Friday, December 25, 2015

Christmas Day

A couple come to Bethlehem
With nowhere else to stay,
They take a humble cattleshed,
In time for Christmas Day.

Their child is born within that place,
Half-hidden in the hay;
His cot, the cattle’s eating trough,
On that first Christmas Day.

Some shepherds come in from the cold

To where the baby lay,
And kneel before the One whose birth
Created Christmas Day.

Years later, with expensive gifts,

Some wise men homage pay,
And find it’s not their gifts, but he
Who makes their Christmas Day.

You wish that Christmas time could last?
You wish that it could stay?
Then seek the only One who can
Make each day Christmas Day.

Howard P. Webber

"Hope of all hopes, dream of our dreams, a child is born, sweet-breathed; a son is given to us: a living gift. And even now, with tiny features and dewy hair, He is great. The power of leadership, and the weight of authority, will rest on His shoulders.

His name? His name we’ll know in many ways — He will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Dear Father everlasting, ever-present never-failing, Master of Wholeness, Prince of Peace."
(Isaiah 9:6)

Clive Adams, 
UK & N Ireland

No copyright intended - may this music glorify Gods name.

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