It’s the Christmas season
and we all know what that means.
Shopping, pageants and parties
with stress in between.
It’s the time of the year,
when we think more about our fellow man.
We show our love by giving gifts
to the less fortunate when we can.
But, why be so nice
just at this time of the year?
Could it be the first Christmas
that we remember so dear?
When a long time ago a man Joseph
and his wife Mary,
Traveled a long way on a donkey,
the unborn Christ child she carried.
Back to the city from where Joseph
had once belonged,
To be counted for the census
they journeyed, the two of them alone.
When they arrived in Bethlehem
the city was filled within,
With fisherman, tailors and merchants
and
all their next of kin.
Mary was tired
and weary
with
her time drawing near,
To give
birth
to
a Heavenly Child so dear.
No room in the
inn
and no warm bed,
They found
shelter with dry hay
in a barn instead.
That night the
long awaited babe was born,
a gift greater than gold.
Fulfilling a
prophecy the ancient saints
had long ago foretold.
With awe and
love in her heart
Mary wrapped Him in swaddling
cloths,
And placed Him
gently
in the cattle’s troth.
Angels worshipped
and sang and
there shone a great
heavenly light,
out in the
fields as the shepherds
watched their flocks by night.
“Go to
Bethlehem
and worship the newborn King,
for God has
sent us a Savior”
the
angels did sing.
What a joy and fulfillment
that
first Christmas to tell.
What
great love God gave us
in
Christ Jesus, our Emmanuel.
Why
can’t we show love toward others
the
rest of the year,
And
not just at Christmas time
should
we care?
So
don’t let your heart be a busy inn
and
no room for thee.
May
it a cradle for the Living Christ
and
His nativity.
Be
thankful to God
in
all He has done,
Loving
one another, for in His
power
we have won.
With
all our hearts and souls
we
must ask Him to be our own
and
He will always comfort us.
We
will never be alone.
To
those who choose to follow Him
He
will take away all our sin.
Praise
to God and may peace on earth
bring
good will year long to all men.
---
Linda Vittitow
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