Our Redeemer's Birth
So long ago and far away,
A King was born on Christmas Day.
No satin pillows beneath His head,
Just a hay filled manger for a bed.
In a little town called Bethlehem,
He was born of God, "The Great I Am."
Three wise men came with gifts galore,
To worship the Messiah they'd long waited for.
The sheep even reverenced this Holy Babe
And not one sound from them was made.
Mary and Joseph stood so proud,
As the wise men worshipped their son aloud.
The angels witnessed this precious scene
As they too gathered to worship their King.
Two thousand years have passed since then.
Now, it's time to celebrate His birth, once again ...
The birth of our redeeming Christ,
Who paved the way for our eternal life.
So, let us remember whose Birthday it is;
And remind one another that it's not ours, but, His.
Let's keep Christ in Christmas and remember
He is the reason for the season!
Merry Christmas from my house to yours:
© 2006 by Vickie Lambdin vlambdin@bellsouth.net