The Manger Of Life Poem by Idiongo Ebong

The Manger Of Life



Make a beautiful ladder for me, the joy of your son
Teach me to learn how to make beautiful ladders
To hit the nails and cave the woods with a song
To take care of my wife and my son
The gift of this beautiful Christmas.

Sweet saving poverty; golden poverty
The poverty that gave life to the world in wealth
Deadly wealth of pains and hopelessness
Give me this poverty, dear Joseph
The poverty of a beautiful Christmas

Lovely manger; sweet succulent bed of life
A rest for my soul in the hour of my death
Cushion my spirit to learn only to sing
This beautiful lovely song of Christmas
Give to my soul the beautiful surface
When in the last tolls of the bell I surface

St. Joseph the father of Christmas; teach me,
Teach me to take good care of my wife
That in the hour when I be so stressed
I should see in the manger, the bed of life
Give me this poverty, dear Joseph
The poverty of a beautiful Christmas

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success