AND HIS NAME SHALL BE CALLED
Nestled snugly to her breasts the baby wrapped in cloth
was cradled in his mother’s arms, her voice comforting and soft.
The beating of her heart, her milk and warm embrace
left him feeling so content when he looked into her face.
Livestock gathered near to ward off wind and chill;
They shared their sheltered space quiet, cold and still.
Heaven’s glory filled the skies immersing them in joy.
Radiant beams of light gushed towards the baby boy.
The story of his birth was heard throughout the land,
“The prophesied Messiah is born in Bethlehem.”
People came from all around to see the child king,
“Where is he that is born those angels about him sing?”
There was much rejoicing as shepherds ran to see
the baby born to the world, the prophesied to be.
Magi heard the news traveling from places far
with gifts for the baby king guided by the star.
Kneeling before the Savior they stretched out hands in praise;
God’s unfolding gift of love, how awesome His wondrous ways.
Mary pondered all these things and marveled how, that He
from one; a virgin came the Son of God, Jesus, Majesty.
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MERRY CHRISTMAS, ALL!
Joyce E. Johnson (2013)
Footnotes: Although I published this post last Christmas I am re-posting it again with my wishes to all for a very blessed and wonderful Christmas and a happy new year in 2015.
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