Christmas Morn
It is almost here,
that glorious day,
when Christ lay sleeping,
in a manger far away.
Wise men traveled,
bringing gifts so fine,
for they knew this baby,
was intervention divine.
A gift from Heaven,
His Father had a plan,
the only way to eternity,
for every woman, and man.
The season is love,
for a child was born,
remember this,
come Christmas Morn.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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