The Light Sent On Christmas

The Light Sent On Christmas

It was Christmas night, when all through the land,
the shepherds were watching, their flocks close at hand.
The stars shone so brightly, and one more than any.
It’s brightness was equal, to that of so many.
The quietness grew, and almost seemed eerie,
as travelers stopped, as their journeys grew weary.
Then suddenly, up in the sky there appeared,
a heavenly host, proclaiming good cheer.
“Glad tidings!” they exclaimed, “great joy will be yours!”
“A Savior is born unto you, Christ, the Lord!”
The shepherds were shaken, but rose to their feet,
and headed for Bethlehem, their Savior to meet.
They moved rather quickly, not one of them tarried,
And upon their arrival, they saw Joseph and Mary,
And so they drew closer, the moment to seize.
But when they saw Jesus, they fell to their knees.
The child had been wrapped, and laid in his bed.
Just as the host of Angels had said.
His face held fulfillment of prophesies told.
His eyes seemed to pierce to the depths of the soul.
His hands seemed so tiny. His stature, so small.
Yes, He was a baby, but that was not all.
From the top of His head to the tip of His toe,
this child was a King. So how could they know:
With a love, so majestic, in a body, so frail,
That His crown would be thorns, and his scepter, a nail.
But all who had gathered perhaps did not see,
That a cross was the course of this child’s destiny.
For as they looked on they were filled with elation,
for they knew that this child was the world’s great Salvation.