Today, I was going through stacks and stacks of papers. Among them I found this poem I had written about Christmas. It was nearly done, but still needed some finishing touches. And while it's still 116 days and 50 minutes until Christmas (but who's counting?), can't we celebrate our Gift every day?
so many years ago.
For unto us was born that day,
a Savior, baby boy.
The wisemen followed faithfully
'til the Baby they did find.
And at His feet they laid their gifts,
the sacrificial kind.
Now all grown up, He was a King
but not as we know kings.
This Royalty was unique in that
forgiveness He did bring.
He gave His life for you and me,
but on Earth He lives no more.
For at the right of God He sits,
our Redeemer to adore.
Christmas is as Christmas was
so many years ago.
This King still rules o'er Heaven and Earth
our Savior, baby boy.
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