Think about the reason for the season.
The First Day of the Last Month By Franklin Price 12/01/2019 It's the first day of the last month Of the last year that's a teen For the twenty first of centuries Since Christ was on the scene This month on the twenty-fifth We celebrate his holy birth God sent him here to die for us His only son, defined our worth Christ was born in a manger In a stable for the stock The shepherds were out in the fields Attending to their flock The little town was Bethlehem With a shining star above To guide the wise men to that place Of God's eternal love Fast forward to his teen age years Two thousand years ago The Gregorian calendar, that we use Tells the world that this is so He frequented the temples Taught a wise forgiving god As the eldest, raised his family When Joseph's death gave him the nod Women were attracted Wanted Jesus in their life He chose a life of abstinence Would not take any for his wife As he was turning twenty No turning back, he would not bend We honor, once again his birth As this year comes to an end
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