To some it is Santa and snowmen and
toys,
To some it’s the shopping, bright
wrappings and noise,
To others it’s family and everyone’s
home,
To me, it’s much more. Let me share in
this poem…
Christmas is where it all began,
An infant child who became a man.
Eternity came down so we could
understand,
The child of Creator, the true Son of Man.
He was not unexpected, for the
prophets foretold
The events that had happened would surely unfold.
Four hundred years later the miracle
came,
The star over Bethlehem
They came to attend Him from near and
from far,
The shepherds and wise men who followed the star.
All were rejoicing that first Christmas night
At the child of a virgin, a humbling
sight.
So what is the meaning of that first
Christmas night?
Simply, He came to make everything right.
For the Child had a purpose in coming to Earth.
He came as a light and to give us new
birth.
He gave us forgiveness and paid with
His life.
What kind of love would pay such a price?
For death could not hold Him; He rose
from that grave.
And freedom and life were the gifts
that He gave.
No longer divided, no longer alone,
Because of His love the wall had come down.
Live free forever! O, what a gift!
Both now here on earth and forever
with Him.
Wise men and angels followed Him then.
Wise men still seek Him, again and again.
-- Jackie M. Johnson
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