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Twas the night before a miracle, in a far away land 
Traveled Mary and Joseph across the deserts white sand
The journey produced a mother-to-be all weary and worn
As she prays and awaits the birth of her first to be born

Traveling several days and several nights
Joseph's homeland is just in sight
God whispers softly time is at hand
As the two enter the city of Bethlehem

With proper accommodations unavailable
Mary and Joseph are offered a stable
Not even this would steal their joy
As they held a promise of a baby boy

Animals all about, a floor covered with hay
Joseph gathered the straw, for Mary to lay
Swiftly birth bangs, one than another
Born to man, the highest above all other

Laid in a crib, not fit for a beggar
A few old boards thrown carelessly together
A manger to hold God's answer to sin
The sacrificial lamb, a Savior to men

As the angel of the Lord visited shepherds nearby
His voice reign down and opened the sky
Be not afraid, your Messiah is born
Salvation has come to all weary and worn

Leave thy flock, go in search for your king
Shout the good news as the angels sing
Find Him in swaddling clothes and laying in a manger
Safe in my presence and without danger

As the angel returned to heaven, the shepherds went on their way
To find  baby Messiah, asleep in a manger of hay
They hastily spread the good news for all to hear
In amazement, far and wide the people cheer

Wise men travel to see the Messiah from afar
Guided by the light of a bright shiny star
As the star shined directly above where baby Messiah lay
With many gifts to our Savior, their respect they did pay

A name chosen and given to our king
A name previously spoken by God, as the angels sing
Jesus the name that sits above all other
Spoken into existence from Father to mother

How blessed is a world to call Jesus our king
He is our hope of an eternity where righteousness will reign
He is the prince of peace, wonderful counselor is He
His death ransoms our soul and sets us free

So many denounce His precious holy name
A world cold and dark who is without shame
God's own children, sits silent not wanting to offend
Yet in their silence it is Jesus they refuse to defend

The meaning of Christmas, will always remain true
Because a Savior was born to die for me and for you
Throughout a dark world, remains a bright guiding light
Opinions exist but the truth will always shine bright

To know the true meaning of this very special day
Makes us a blessed nation if we are never to stray
As the sun sets and the night begins to fall
Happy Birthday Jesus and Merry Christmas to all

Written by: Donetta Harless
                      December 2015
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