I’ll spell out in a little rhyme
My wish for you this Christmas time.
This season, special though it be
Is not the only time, you see
To celebrate and praises give
For what God did so we might live.
We love to look with tender eyes
On Baby Jesus, where He lies
And wonder at Him, sweet and mild
This precious, tiny, Saviour Child.
But did you know that even now
He reigns above, and we should bow,
Give worship, honour, and adore;
He’s not a baby anymore!
He grew up like us, so He knew
All that we face; He faced it too!
He knows our greatest need is met
When He forgives our sins, and yet
We still resist, and He must move
To open hearts, and to us prove
That He is all we’ll ever need,
And in us place one tiny seed
Of faith that saves, and holds us fast
Until we see His face at last.
And so my wish, my prayer for you
Is that in grace, He would so do
If you have not Him yet received
Into your heart, then I would plead
That you might please consider then
Long past when Chrismas Season ends
This Jesus Christ, Who owns each day;
He is the Life, the Truth, the Way.
My wish for you this Christmas time.
This season, special though it be
Is not the only time, you see
To celebrate and praises give
For what God did so we might live.
We love to look with tender eyes
On Baby Jesus, where He lies
And wonder at Him, sweet and mild
This precious, tiny, Saviour Child.
But did you know that even now
He reigns above, and we should bow,
Give worship, honour, and adore;
He’s not a baby anymore!
He grew up like us, so He knew
All that we face; He faced it too!
He knows our greatest need is met
When He forgives our sins, and yet
We still resist, and He must move
To open hearts, and to us prove
That He is all we’ll ever need,
And in us place one tiny seed
Of faith that saves, and holds us fast
Until we see His face at last.
And so my wish, my prayer for you
Is that in grace, He would so do
If you have not Him yet received
Into your heart, then I would plead
That you might please consider then
Long past when Chrismas Season ends
This Jesus Christ, Who owns each day;
He is the Life, the Truth, the Way.
3 comments:
Maureen,
I love this! You have a flair for poetry, my friend. I enjoy the rhyming words you used.
Merry, Merry Christmas!
(And, again...thanks for the e-card!)
Blessings,
~Amy :)
http://amyiswalkinginthespirit.blogspot.com
Thanks Mac.
Best Wishes backatcha.
ps. still couldn't get mine to open...
Leonard
The "dark and ugly side" of Christmas is "SIN"!
"You shall call His name Jesus for He shall save His people from their sin."
The "HEART" and "BEAUTY" of Christmas is to understand the ugliness that it cures!!
Maureen...I pray that your blog follower's and your family may experience the beauty of Christ!
"Hippie"
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