The poem I posted may seem like a Christmas one, but I pulled it out of my collection as I was writing a devotion on Rosh Hashanah for the website www.Digdeeperdevotions.com. Known as the Jewish New Year, Rosh Hashanah is a day of blowing of trumpets, shofars, a call to repentance to usher in Yom Kippur, the great day of Atonement which comes ten days later. The in-between days are called the Days of Awe, a time of acknowledging God's sovereignty, of repenting, doing good deeds, improving relationships, a day of asking G-d to remember His promises to His people.

Next Time

The first time He came
He was a tiny baby.
So few saw Him:
Some shepherds,
Wise men from afar.

But next time He comes
A trumpet will sound
Every eye will see him:
Those who eagerly await him,
And those who curse his name.

Not a baby next time!
Lord of Lords, King of Kings,
And the night will not be silent!
Nor will it be dark–God’s glory
Will shine all around!