Christmas Once Again
It’s Christmas once again,
Yes, it’s that time of year,
To reflect now and then,
And wish that you were here.
To talk about the story,
About a baby born one night.
A King without His glory,
Who left His throne of might.
The babe grew into a child,
And the child became a man.
The King dwelt among His people,
But they would not understand.
God left His Heavenly splendour,
The Son came from above.
He became a simple servant,
To show that He was love.
Then one day He died,
Crucified upon that tree.
Even now I wonder why,
Why did He die for you and me?
Christmas without Easter
Is only half the story;
Jesus, the Son of God,
Arose again in glory.
He didn’t come that night,
Just to give us a holiday;
He came to give us life,
And showed He was the Way.
Immanuel, our God is with us,
As the prophets had foretold.
He redeemed us with His precious blood,
Not with silver or with gold.
The wise men later brought their gifts,
Knelt and worshipped at His feet.
Like a wise man, will you give
Your heart to the Prince of Peace?
December 11th, 1995
Jerry Bouey
You might appreciate this study and the following poems on Christmas:
Have You Any Room For Jesus?
O Save Us Now
Born To Die
Christmas Without Christ
God's Gift
Christmas Without Jesus - by Angela Trenholm
What Does Christmas Mean To Me?
Christmas Without Jesus - by Theresa Wood
Christmas In Heaven
Ready For Christmas
And this story: Christmas Love
Yes, it’s that time of year,
To reflect now and then,
And wish that you were here.
To talk about the story,
About a baby born one night.
A King without His glory,
Who left His throne of might.
The babe grew into a child,
And the child became a man.
The King dwelt among His people,
But they would not understand.
God left His Heavenly splendour,
The Son came from above.
He became a simple servant,
To show that He was love.
Then one day He died,
Crucified upon that tree.
Even now I wonder why,
Why did He die for you and me?
Christmas without Easter
Is only half the story;
Jesus, the Son of God,
Arose again in glory.
He didn’t come that night,
Just to give us a holiday;
He came to give us life,
And showed He was the Way.
Immanuel, our God is with us,
As the prophets had foretold.
He redeemed us with His precious blood,
Not with silver or with gold.
The wise men later brought their gifts,
Knelt and worshipped at His feet.
Like a wise man, will you give
Your heart to the Prince of Peace?
December 11th, 1995
Jerry Bouey
You might appreciate this study and the following poems on Christmas:
Have You Any Room For Jesus?
O Save Us Now
Born To Die
Christmas Without Christ
God's Gift
Christmas Without Jesus - by Angela Trenholm
What Does Christmas Mean To Me?
Christmas Without Jesus - by Theresa Wood
Christmas In Heaven
Ready For Christmas
And this story: Christmas Love
