December means it’s Christmas time, although the ground’s not white
My decorations cannot match the twinkling stars at night
The Christmas tree is colorful, but makes no melody
The stockings bring back memories of things I cannot see
My Christmas celebration is much more than sharing cheer
It’s the story of the Gospel, good news for all to hear
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Bright lights are only meaningful when they represent the Light
The free and awesome gift God gave that bright and holy night
The time has come, and Christ is born, God sees us visually
Christ is the Light in darkness, come down to set us free
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The angel sent from heaven above, to a godly virgin maid
The angel’s word was God is pleased, His plan for us is laid
God’s son would come to live and die, the price for sin, He paid
Eternal life to give to all, whose hearts in faith obeyed
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So Mary told the angel, “Yes, God’s servant now, am I”
And Joseph heard the angel’s word, of Mary’s child, and why
In His grasp He holds the world, and Joseph’s finger, too
He holds the hope of every man, yes, even me and you
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A baby’s cry, a mother’s sigh, birthing there in Bethlehem
The angels speak, His glory seek, all who come to worship Him
The shepherds heard the angels’ word, and ran to see the baby boy
The shepherds’ word could then be heard, “We glorify and praise the Lord”
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This truth about God’s word in flesh, was for all mankind’s ear
Was written in the word of God, that all could read and hear
It echoes through the ages, from every mountain top
The voices of His children sing, their praise will never stop
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Simeon met our God in flesh, his prophecy did tell
He is destined for the rising and even those who fell
A sign that they will speak against, reject and even sell
Their King who came to save the lost, the sheep of Israel
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The magi came to find the King, they asked about Him, “Where?”
The gifts they gave, the songs they sang, in worshipping Him there
Prophecy found fulfillment as they worshipped at His feet
Even Anna spoke of Him, to all that she did meet
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Now Christmas songs, they tell the tale, what Christmas means to me
It’s more than trees and colored lights, and things that we can see
God spoke to us through Jesus, He’s what we were made to be
His sacrifice, our sin atoned, to God upon that tree
The gift that God has given, we each must then receive
Receive Him with thanksgiving now, in faith, hear and believe
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By Justin Ogden
www.thewordinrhyme.wordpress.com
justwords@videomemoriespro.com
Copyright December 30, 2019
The Word in Rhyme 