Was the sound of silence . . .Loud
As the Babe "Jesus" was born
No celebration, no large crowd
On that cold and frosty morn

Shepherds stood near, in awe
Listening as the Wise Men told
Of the great and shining star
Guiding, As a "Miracle" unfold

The Son of God, born in a stable
A Lowly place for a . . . "King"
Why not a "Palace" God was able
He was in control, of everything

This child would carry the weight
Of our sin, upon His shoulders
Time would come, He’d know His fate
Looking upon scorners, and beholders

Christmas is . . . A time to reflect
To understand, His Holy Birth
Sent from The Father, to direct
The way to Heaven, from this Earth

So as we sing "Oh, Holy Night"
Or "We Three Kings" with Cheer
Let's say a prayer, thanking God
For sending His Son. . . Here!

©2006 Judith Johnson Kypta
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