It was on Christmas eve,
With excitement in the air,
My Grandpa read the story of Jesus,
While in his favorite chair.
He told me all about the manger,
And how Jesus came to earth,
He said that Jesus came,
By a planned miraculous birth.
His birth was by a virgin,
Jesus chose to give,
The coming of our Savior,
That we ourselves might live.
Now that Christmas is drawing near,
It’s time to celebrate His birth.
Too much has been forgotten,
About the day He came to earth.
We decorate the Christmas tree,
With mistletoe everywhere,
And plan for all the festive foods,
And garland on the stairs.
And that’s all right to celebrate,
His birth on Christmas day.
But we must not forget the night,
In the manger where He lay.
Just a stable with a manger,
He had no bed His own,
No room in the inn for Him,
No place to call His home.
But now I can see Him,
In heaven in all His glory,
In a mansion all His own,
As He fulfilled the Christmas story.
Faye Reyenga © 11 / 10 / 2007
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