My Christmas Poem

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    My Christmas Poem

    A baby was born in Bethlehem today,
    To Joseph and Mary, jesus was his name.
    Not in a fancy hospital, like you and I would go to stay,
    But in a lowley manger, His bed made out of hay.
    A star shown bright above Him for He was the King of Jews.
    The wisemen came to worship,
    They brought gold, frankincense and myhr,
    They knew he was the Son of God, love in their hearts did stir.
    Now Joseph was a carpenter amd taught Jesus all he knew,
    But Jesus wanted to preach God's word and shed His light upon the truth.
    So He walked as a man on this earth, and preached His Father's word.
    And miracles he did perform, for people did not believe,
    That He was the chosen Son of God, oh how my heart does grieve.
    For Jesus knew that He would be a living sacrifice.
    To die for us that we may have everlasting life.
    Upon a cross they nailed Him, a crown of thorns upon His head,
    A lance pierced Him in His side, and on the ground He bled.
    And after the ninth hour, precious Jesus he was dead.
    They placed His body in a tomb, a rock rolled at the door.
    Guards were posted outside, so he could walk this earth no more.
    But only three days later, he walked out of that grave,
    And ascended into Heaven to fulfill a promise God had made.
    So listen all you sinners, Jesus died for us that day.
    On a lonely mount called Calvary, it was the only way,
    To have a home in Heaven, and everlasting life.
    To rid us all from evil, temptation, sin and strife.
    So get down on your knees and pray, ask Him to come into your heart
    For He'll forgive, that we might live, His love will not depart.
    Do you know Jesus?

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    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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