Another Christmas Poem

Have a Beautiful Christmas, enjoy the lights

Enjoy the smiles, and yummy sweet bites

But don’t forget, who provided it all

Not just the food, or presents ya’ll

Remember the truth, in all that you do

Know the story behind it, do you have a clue?

What is the meaning, behind all of this?

What’s with that bright star and all of these gifts?

Who is that baby, in all those scenes?

All over town, the lights, reds and greens?

You came to a place, where you can know

After you die, where will you go?

You don’t have to listen, You’re welcome to go

Have you made up your mind? Okay, so…

It began with Mary, God’s chosen one

To be the Mom of his precious dear son

From a virgin birth, Jesus was born

This gift was from God, though many would scorn

He pointed him out, with a bright star

So people would know, way from afar

God gave Jesus to pay the price

To be the ultimate sacrifice

God had raised him, for this reason

He willingly died, accused of treason

Upon him they spat, and pushed thorns in his head

Drove nails through his body, and hung him till dead.

Jesus the savior, died in our place

Because of God’s love, and forgiving grace

Now where are you going after you die?

After you cheat or steal or lie?

Accept the gift that God’s given’ for you

He gave it whether or not you do

Ask the Lord, to come in to your heart

And you can have a brand new start

And every time, you get off track

He will forgive you, and you can come back

To illustrate the new life he gave us

We bring in a tree in, in awe of Jesus

We hang up lights amidst the dark night

As Jesus appeared to show us right

We give gifts in respect, to celebrate

The offering of Christ, so precious and great

We hang up a star, to show the way

God pointed to man, to follow that day

What now, does Christmas mean to you?

The tree and the gifts and chocolate fondue?

The pretty lights, and that big shiny star

That all of us, can see from afar

Remember this poem, as you celebrate

Christmas this year, and stop and wait

A moment to think, about the Christ

That died in your place, and paid your price.