The Christmas Story

Mary Long

 

The story is told of the Miracle birth,
Of how God sent His only Son to earth;
Born of a virgin, meek and mild,
This Babe Divine, the Holy Child.

Laid upon a manger bed,
With no other place to rest His head.
Angels sang songs of sweetest praise.
Shepherds, kneeling in awe, did gaze.

Wise men travelled from afar
Guided by His shining star.
Our Saviour was sent from glory above,
To bring to us God's redeeming love.

For He was sent to die on a tree,
That we might be from sin set free.
The gift of salvation is freely given,
That we might live with Him in heaven.

Love, Peace, & Joy came down that morn,
The and that Christ, our Saviour, was born.
Through the ages the story is told,
Greatest story that never grows old.

 

 

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