What Christmas Means To Me
A virgin birth, a manger old
The greatest story ever told.
Pierecing the sky a star so bright,
A quiet, gentle, miraculous night.
Swaddled in rags, a tiny baby
This is what Christmas means to me.
A stone faced soldier, three nails and wood,
The condemned Son of God did only good.
A crown of thorns, a finishing cry,
A debt paid by Christ, most holy and high.
God's wonderful gift Salvation so free
This is what Christmas means to me.
An empty tomb, a risen King
A cause to live for, a reason to sing.
A hope so dear, a future so bright
A place where there is no sorrow or night.
A home with the Saviour, for eternity!
This is what Christmas means to me.
Copyright © Anna Cox | Year Posted 2015
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