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Twas the Night Before a Miracle

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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