Christmas Eve
Christmas Eve is the time for letting go
Of every trouble and each woe,
That has distraught us in the year.
Look on the Star, they’ll disappear.
Even those of us with brand-new grief
Will gaze on it and find relief.
God made the extreme sacrifice;
For our redemption, paid the price.
He sent His own sweet baby Son,
Which you and I could not have done,
Into this wicked unkind place.
Imagine a Babe, such task to face.
The Angels told that Christmas Morn
That our dear Savior had been born.
Two thousand years ago ‘twas new.
Today the Message is still true.
With seeking heart you’ll find the star
And hear the voices from afar.
The angels tell in happy chorus
That God sent His dear Son for us.
If we but take them at their word
This sweetest message ever heard,
And with our hearts and minds believe,
We’ll find pure joy this Christmas Eve.
No. 12
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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