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Hellena Nyamuingidza
Before His arrival, the night was deep,
hearts lay broken, hopes asleep.
The world in chains, in silent plea,
longing for the One who would set it free.
Prophets spoke of promised grace,
a Saviour who would heal this place.
Years went by in shadowed gloom,
the world lost hope in light’s bright bloom.
In Bethlehem, the stars stood still,
a hush fell soft on vale and hill.
No palace grand, no golden bed,
but straw and hay beneath His head.
A mother’s arms, both brave and mild,
embraced the world in one small child.
The angels sang, the heavens wide,
as shepherds knelt with awe and pride.
No crown of gold upon His brow,
yet kings and nations tremble now.
He came to heal, to teach, to save —
a silent King, the gift God gave.
So let our hearts His light receive,
with joy and peace this Christmas Eve.
For Christ is born — our hope, our flame,
forever praised: Emmanuel’s name.
Hellena Nyamuingidza is a Form Four learner at Excellent Tutorials. Students can write short poems/stories or about special events at their schools and send to [email protected]
