Cantata Done

Our Christmas cantata choir 2011

We had our cantata tonight at church and it was real good.  All went well and the audience said they really enjoyed it.  We had about 60 in attendance and a choir with about 24 singers.  It was wonderful to have 5 bass singers in the choir this year.  Everyone practiced hard and you could tell by the sound.  Janie and I worked long and hard on our part this afternoon and that also paid off.  Everyone seemed to enjoy the poem that I wrote for the cantata and so I will display it here on this blog.  It may also be found on my Poem page on this blog.  God bless you.

Nine Months Before Christmas

by Paul Clark (Christmas cantata 2011)

Nine Months Before Christmas and all throughout Heaven

The Angels were singing, seventy times seven.

God the Son, the creator, sat on His white throne

And up in heaven His saints add to the tone

There up in heaven all is glorious and bright

People of earth have never seen such a sight.

On this day nine months before the time of his birth

He readies himself to face the darkness of earth.

His Father had planned this long long ago

That His Son should be born God's love for to show.

Then He, amid the songs and the praises galore

Stood up from His throne and did silence the roar.

It is time for the lamb the Father did say

to go to the earth man's sin debt to pay.

Then the Son left the splendor and the glorious din

to live in the darkness caused by our sin.

First nine months with no light and then a bed made of straw.

He would live perfectly never breaking God's law.

A man of sorrows would be his fate

Spat on despised Him they would hate.

Giving His life He would hang on a tree

Shedding His blood for you and for me.

His story does not end on that old rugged cross

For His death is a victory and not a loss.

He rose from the dead but that is another cantata

He is now back in Heaven sitting where he oughta.

All of this happened long long ago

He is coming again and it will not be slow

With the sound of a trumpet and with a great shout

Jesus will call His children all to come out

And into the air the redeemed will all fly

Meeting our Lord in the clouds of the sky

For that wonderful day Oh how we do wait

but for now let us all His birth celebrate.