AN OLD STORY
The story never gets too old.
It never loses flavor,
About the sweet young peasant girl,
Who was the mother of our Savior;
And how He grew into a Man,
And became a great teacher,
Surpassing all the wisdom,
Of the profits, leaders and preachers.
He didn't teach by word alone.
He taught us by example.
The way He lived His life became,
Testament more than ample.
He didn't merely preach to us.
He led us by example,
For He knew that words were not enough,
He knew we needed samples.
He was a lamp unto our feet,
A sign to point the way,
Teacher, Friend, Brother, Lord,
He taught us how to pray.
He showed us many miracles,
Showed us Who and What He is;
Told us why He came here,
To claim back what is His.
Satan tried to steal from Him,
What was always His.
He made us, claimed us, bought us back,
Thrice over we are His.
He taught us love and patience.
He taught us loyalty.
He showed us truth and goodness,
And gave us dignity.
The story of His birth and death,
His triumph over all,
Is never boring, dull or old,
He's still reaching out to all.
Copyright ©
Judy Ball
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