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MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERY BODY!

He was born in a shelter for animals, Meant to keep off the wind and the rain; For there was no room for them in the inn, So it was here that they came. His father did the best he could, To see to His mother's comfort. "Please God,' he prayed,'take care of her, For she is no king's consort." "I cannot give her all she needs, And now her time draws nigh. Please see Your Son into this world, And watch them, lest she die." So He was born in Bethlehem, Jesus, The Nazarene; And Joseph taught Him all he knew, And He surpassed their dreams. Wise beyond His years was He, So thoughtful, good and kind. Search if you will but you will see, One like Him you won't find. Here it was He spent His years, And grew to be a man. When it was time He left His home, To teach and walk the land. So much sickness, pain and sorrow, Jesus saw and grieved. He brought them out of the darkness, And all their pain relieved. He spoke to them of The Father. Taught them what they must know. He went where The Light was needed, To places the priests would not go. At first He was cheered, they received Him, As one receives a great king, And the priests were jealous and feared Him, As to their old laws they clinged; So when the fullness of time had come, They brought Him before the courts, And He was tried as a heretic, And He suffered their jeers and retorts. At length Jesus stood all by Himself. Not one man stood beside Him. His followers wept and were gripped with fear, As they waited to see what betide Him. Our Lord knew fear and lonliness, And heartbreak cut like a knife; But He was strong and withstood it all, To end our personal strife; For we'd been banished, cut off from God. Our portion was certain death. He was tortured, bled and died, And forgave us with His last breath. "Forgive them Father,' He cried aloud, 'They know not what they do." And then He hung His head and died. He died for me and you; But that's not all my friend, Oh No, He went into Hell that day, To reclaim those who waited still, And led them all away. Then He returned to show us all, He is The Father's Son, Come to reclaim us as His Own, And save us one by one. He conquered Death, He conquered Hell, He Is The Conquering King. All Hail The Mighty Son Of God! All Hail The King Of Kings!

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Date: 1/24/2017 12:06:00 PM
So well written. God bless
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Date: 1/16/2017 7:16:00 AM
I bow...to your faith and the Lord...great verse Judy...all the best for the new year...god bless...^WW^
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Judy Ball
Date: 1/16/2017 10:44:00 AM
Thank you so much my friend. Glad you like it. God Bless and a Much Blessed New Year. JB
Date: 1/6/2017 1:30:00 PM
Great write Judy. Much needed by all when Christmas seems to becoming less relevant by the world. Kind regards, Craig
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Judy Ball
Date: 1/15/2017 8:29:00 PM
Thank you so much Craig. Glad you like it. God Bless, JB
Date: 12/24/2016 4:21:00 PM
Praise the Lord Jesus the King of kings. Merry Christmas
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Date: 1/15/2017 8:16:00 PM
Thank you so much John. Yes indeed. All Hail The King Of Kings. God Bless, JB

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