THE TRUE MILLENIUM UPDATE
It's a late December eve, some two thousand years ago,No Santa Claus or presents, not even a flake of snow.
Two weary travelers and an ass, look for a place to birthe a child,
A miracle about to unfold, a virgin bearing the perfect child.
No nurses, hospitals or midwives, to care for this tender one,
The presence of GOD, HIs father, will care for HIS only son.
Paupers in a stable, mere nobodys with little to eat,
Yet Kings and the wise men, lay treasures at HIS feet.
What majestic event is unfolding, such attention for a new born baby,
Is this the one to teach the world, save us all, just maybe.
This child must be special, such attention for a little one, For GOD so loved the world , HE gave HIS only SON.
Jesus grew up a carpenter, yet a sage above all the rest,
Many thought HIM a fool, took HIS word in jest.
When HE developed a following, those in power finally heard,
They became scared of HIS popularity, afraid of HIS word.
Crucifixtion was the answer, rid ourselves of this terrible foe,
We'll arrange HIS betrayal, before three times the cock does crow.
Funny, JESUS knew that, and spoke those words to HIS chosen few,
And prayed into the night, as HE waited for HIS blood to spew.
You may remember on the cross, a tear was in HIS eye,
Was not from the pain if HIS wounds, was HIS love for you and I.
At this wonderful time of year, let us celebrate, not hide,
For some 2000 years ago, our SAVIOUR suffered and died!
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