Jesus the King
Christmas Eve,
with family, and friends,
our tradition,
the way it's always been.
Children excited,
huddled around the tree,
as a story is read,
about shepherds, and sheep.
Where one little boy,
was born on this day,
years ago,
in a manger with hay.
So many questions,
about how He lived, and died,
and why did those people,
make Jesus cry.
Then all the presents,
are given to them,
and they sing Happy Birthday,
to Jesus The King.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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