Christ’s Birth: A Symphony of Irony

- A Remedy for All

By Isaac Karikari (bkkarikari@yahoo.com)

Shepherds watched their flocks

By night

And (later) on some star

Some magi had their sight-

A son on our horizon.

The dawning of redemption

With the yawning of a baby

Beauty, magnificence and wonder

Against the squalor of an animal stall;

The beauty, grace and calmness

Of a child

Against the bellows, brays and lows

Of beasts.

Christ’s Birth: A Symphony of irony

The Saviour born in Bethlehem

The King in a stall and not a court

Sleeping in a manger and not a cot

Son of a carpenter, and not a big shot

Christ’s Life: A Symphony of irony

The Saviour from Nazareth

The King who paid tax

The King who needed a pass

The King who rode an ass

Each detail of this tale

Seems like an unusual strand

For a story of glory

But that was God’s divine hand.

So it was as shepherds watched

Their flocks by night,

That the angel proclaimed, with

Good tidings of great joy;

The birth of the Son

Light for sight

Warmth for the heart

And rest for the soul.

The Sun of Righteousness is up,

Healing in His wings.

If you are just like any other,

Those to whom nothing is a bother

But now situations have you down in pain

And rising up requires a crane

This is for you.

If you are out of government

And often spoken of as The Serpent;

And now you are in torment

And there is no end to your lament

This is for you.

If you are the shepherd of a country,

And you’re being pushed to show gallantry

With claims that you are frail

And fears that you will fail

This is for you.

If you are seeing the world as unfair

Cos all around you is darkness and despair

Don’t lose hope;

Don’t turn to dope.

This is for you.

The Son of Righteousness is up

Mighty to save.