‘Twas the night before Christmas in Bethlehem’s town,
A King was arriving, but not with a crown.
He wasn’t seen travelling in chariots of gold,
But surely was royal as the prophets foretold.
‘Twas not yet a man, nor even a lad,
Still to be greeted by his own mum and dad.
Chosen by God, a virgin called Mary,
Was blessed to hear of the son she would carry.
Pondering all of these things in her heart,
She and her beau, they both did their part.
Divinely ordained, this son would be born,
Descending from heaven, a realm that seems foreign.
A bright shining star in the east was the sign,
The King had come forth, for now was the time!
Mary and Joseph sought refuge in vain,
The baby was coming, Mary cried out in pain!
Joseph was panicked, but quick on his feet,
He found a wee shelter-a roof but no heat.
Surrounded by cattle, and hay on the floor,
The baby was born but don’t think them poor.
For here in her arms was a babe like no other,
Mary was blessed to be called as his mother.
Voices of angels sang proclamation,
‘The savior is born-he’ll bless every nation.’
The shepherds nearby, were curious to see,
“What was the fuss, who could he be?”
They followed the star, right to the spot,
Where Jesus lay sleeping upon a wee cot.
Approaching the manger, they saw a great light,
It came from the child, so bold and so bright!
All who beheld him, were touched by his glory,
They knew it was special, and oh what a story!
Shout from the rooftops, to the south and the north,
To the east and the west, “A saviour’s come forth!”
No longer will men be bound up by sin,
‘cause Satan’s defeated and God’s team will win!
His precious son Jesus, chose to come down,
To walk on the earth, forsaking his crown.
His days they were short—he trained up some brothers,
To walk in his ways, to teach and tell others.
He chose a great crew, 12 men in his fold,
‘Come follow me,’ is what they were told.
One Simon, called Peter, one Simon with zeal,
Thomas who questioned ‘are you the real deal?’
Bartholomew, Philip, Thaddeus were some,
Matthew replied, “I too will come!”
Two men called James, an Andrew and John,
And Judas, a traitor, who didn’t live long.
They took up the challenge to spread the good news,
To synagogues houses and those in the pews.
They told of this Jesus and all that was done,
His death on the cross—a victory won.
They told of a love that never would fail,
That weathered each storm, through wind and through hail.
The people they clapped and shouted for joy,
Is this the same Jesus, who came as a boy?
For many had heard of Christmas eve’s night,
When light had come down and shone oh so bright.
For times they grew darker, they all searched for hope,
Looking for peace and ways they could cope.
For life and its trials were empty and bare,
Many sought joy, finding only despair.
This Jesus he offers a life that is rich,
It’s given for free, but there is just one hitch,
Your heart is the treasure he longs to hold near,
He calls you his friend--to him you are dear.
So during this season when dressing your tree,
Remember the gift – the one that comes free.
It’s not in a box, or tucked in a bag,
Or beautifully wrapped and marked with a tag.
More precious than rubies, more costly than gold,
It will not decay or ever grow old.
There’s plenty for all, an endless supply,
Have faith to believe, and stop asking why!
Say ‘yes’ to King Jesus, in this Christmas season,
For he is the light, and he is the reason,
We joyfully sing and praise his great name,
Reflecting upon that night when he came.
A future with hope, when trouble will cease,
Love shining brightly through God’s Prince of Peace.