The scripture’s found in Matthew
A vision to behold
At Christmas time, throughout the world
A story often told.
A carpenter named Joseph
A simple-minded man
Engaged to dear sweet Mary
Who promised him her hand.
Now Mary was a naive girl
A virgin young and pure
Of all the women in the world
The Lord had chosen her.
To bear the child, Emmanuel
The Saviour, soon to be
A royal king to live and die
That we might be set free.
View the petals of the dogwood bloom
Be mesmerized with the unfolding rose
See the beauty of the lilac bush
Capture the magic of azalea creations.
Splendor of God made icicles
Feature snowflakes falling
Halos enfold lights of home
On brisk cold night of Christmas.
The inns were full, no where to go
To give birth to her son
So in a stable filled with hay
Her labor had begun.
The King of Kings was born to her
She held her baby tight
An eastern star shone brightly
In Bethlehem that night.
While shepherds found their way to Him
And kings from far away
They offered gifts of gold and myrrh
To Him, that sacred day.
Wise men blessed the heavens
His name was richly praised
As angels sang on glory high
The Staff of Life was raised.
The guests were quite enraptured
By such a wondrous sight
All the corners of the earth
Was filled with holy light.
The world and its inhabitants
Would never be the same
For Mary bore the Lamb of God
Christ Jesus was His name.
The Redeemer was delivered
Young Mary held her son
Just as was told in scripture
It is written, it is done!
The End
(written) December 09, 2003
© 2004
Marilyn Ferguson
