With the Christmas celebration almost here, most have found themselves weary from the hustle and bustle of shopping, wrapping, baking, serving and gift giving; myself included. With the traditions of the season keeping us overwhelmed in the details, I found myself guilty of glossing over the true Christmas Story,
The birth of our Lord and Savior.
(Matthew Chapters 1-2 and Luke Chapters 1-2)
With children and grandchildren seated beside the tree come Christmas morning, it’s every parent’s dream of blessing them with gifts from the heart. While putting smiles and magic into a child’s holiday is wonderful, this year I found time to pause and ask myself the question: have I a set aside a meaningful gift for Jesus? After all,
He is the Reason for the Season.
After much reflection over the years of blessings because of Christ, come December 25th Jesus will receive this song from my heart, honoring what He wrapped and gave to us all at Christmas; Himself.
It’s not too late to find that perfect gift for Christ to give on Christmas morning.
A CHRISTMAS CHILD IS BORN
By Lori A Alicea
Two thousand years ago began,
The story of one night.
Appears to Shepherds keeping watch,
An angel caused them fright.
The angel said, Be not afraid.
I bring you news of joy.
A Savior has been born to you,
A barn he sleeps, this boy.
In Bethlehem, a sign awaits,
Where swaddling clothes are worn.
When find a manger bed, Rejoice,
A Christmas child was born.
The Shepherds left their flocks that night,
In Bethlehem they went.
They hurried off, amazed to see,
The child that heaven sent.
That night a Christmas star appeared,
From east three Wisemen see.
This star would lead them to their King,
The place this child would be.
Bowed down three Wisemen worshiped Him,
This child’s face behold.
Presenting myrrh and frankincense,
To Him their gifts of gold.
A barn received Immanuel,
No royal robes were worn.
Expecting grand, so many missed,
A Christmas child was born.
Dear Lord, the Shepherds left it all,
To see if it was true.
The stories told them long ago,
To get a glimpse of you.
Might I be willing, leave behind,
The minute when you call.
Might I be stirred for one small glimpse,
Of you to leave it all.
The Wisemen traveled far because,
Their heart stirred for their King.
Prepared to share their love for Him,
Arms full of gifts they bring.
Might I come bearing gifts myself,
For you this Christmas Day.
Surrendered heart I give to you,
My life, please have your way.
This Christmas child no room for Him,
No vacancy the Inn.
Two thousand years ago one night,
His story does begin.
Remind me when I leave no room,
Or vacancies within.
No guest room but the Master Suite,
Reserved for You my Inn.
And though from heaven you were sent,
To live with us on earth.
A baby born the manger lay,
A barn received your birth.
Might I allow you to grow up,
From manger where you lay.
Who’d die for me then live again,
On Resurrection Day.
Dear Lord you are my gift today,
A treasure wrapped is Thee.
Immanuel, Our God with us,
My present ‘neath the tree.