So what be the spirit - of Christmas indeed
Through a child, in the world, was sowed a seed
A seed of light. A seed of hope.
A seed that washed us clean like soap
A seed through whom we then grew as leaves
Our lives to God and not to thieves
A seed of truth in revolution
That changed the whole worlds' constitution
This spirit remains, this spirit lives on
In us, together, is seen as one...
By: Jamike Ekennia
Move to the sound of the beating drum
It goes on its rhythm - rom pom pom pom
Sway to the colors of the saxophone beat
As you mix it with your hands and kick up your feet
Break it & sway when they play the piano
As the singers sing, in bass and soprano
But why do we sway, we break, and rock?
Why do we clap, we jump and pop?
The bible says by flower or rock
He'll be praised for real - all the way to the top
If we don't praise Him, and if we refuse
To dance out true - to the song of His muse.
So praise Him with timbrel, praise Him with harp
With song and dance - as the psalm says sharp
Classical, new, & the future dance soon
Dance you and clap you to the sound and tune.
As if never before, as if a race will be run
Move your feet - all, on the ground as one.
For the best of ways - to give our thanks
Is to praise His name, to sing and dance
This is a poem I wrote when I was in my schols' church. I saw people clapping and dancing, moving with a passion that i was really quite unused to seeing in a church. Being a catholic, dancing wasn't really part of my church's routine, even though I hear there are some Catholic churches in which that happens. It took me some time before I could actually dance a little in the Church as well, I had to find a good reason to. This poem is written not just for you, but for everyone, myself even, to give a reason....to sing and dance :)
