This Christmas A poem by Joni Ames |
On that first Christmas Day, He came, A babe inside the hay, A star above, the only sign To show the world the way On that first Christmas, just a few Knew Jesus Christ was born And only some beheld His face That first bright Christmas morn On that first Christmas night He lay At the mercy of the world Rejected from the very start As His life was unfurled His parents had to flee with Him And find a place to hide Where He would not be found and killed Though many people tried But now He's not a little babe Wrapped, hidden, in the hay He's risen up as King of Kings To show the world the way He isn't in a stable, dark, Where no one else can see He's risen to the throne of God Where He was meant to be He doesn't seek the world's grace They kneel at His Name And everywhere, because He lives, The world is not the same This Christmas He is not a child Who seeks your mercies, fair, But He is Lord of all the Earth His grace, with you, to share He doesn't run from anyone Nor play their silly games For even Satan has to bow At the mention of His Name This Christmas, take Him from the hay And place Him on YOUR throne For He's King of Kings, and Lord of Lords So crown Him as YOUR OWN Soon He'll break the Eastern Sky Returning for His Bride And all who still turn Him away Will have no place to hide Care enough to give the best To family and friends Give to them the Good News now Of life that never ends Show them there's a better way Not mapped by any man Let them know they have a choice To live Salvation's Plan Jesus Christ WAS once that child - But let the good news ring! - THIS Christmas, let the whole world know - HE REIGNS AS LORD AND KING!!! by Joni Ames JONIAMES@aol.com www.joniames.org |
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