His Night

Rimas Dissolutas Poetry Form

His Night

By Lisa Noe





Oh The Holy night of the year

The night on which the babe was born

The stars in the heaven shined bright

A Christian’s favorite time is here



The time in which our Christ appeared

Mary swaddled him-kept him warm

This was a very special night

It changed all of the atmosphere



The time when all the sinners fear

A time when we as Christians mourn

For we know the future plight

Of a babe so sweet and dear







Note: three stanzas 8 syllables each line

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