Monday, 17 December 2012

The Meaning Of Christmas

The following poem is taken from “Echoes of Eternity” by Michael R Abbott; used with permission.

The Meaning Of Christmas

The tinsel on the Christmas Tree,
The presents all around,
The trappings of this Christmastime
In every home are found.
The turkey on the table,
The Christmas Pudding too:
This is the Christmas we enjoy,
But is it Christmas true?

Let not this festive season
Pass by without a thought
For Him whom shepherds worshipped,
For Him whom wise men sought.
You celebrate His birthday,
Yet don't invite Him in;
Such action does not please Him,
It’s mockery and sin.

Yet some remember gladly
The Babe of Bethlehem,
And this is all that Christmas
Will ever mean to them.
His life beyond the cradle
To them is mystery:
The Christ, the world's Messiah,
Their blind eyes cannot see.

God loved the World and gave us
His Son, Immanuel,
Who shed His blood at Calvary
To save men's souls from Hell.
The Baby in the manger
Gives hope and promise, true!
But, at the Cross He saved us,
His death gives life anew.

For God so loved the world, that he gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life” (John 3 v 16).

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