I watched the lights grow dim,
from inside the church the sounds of a magnificent hymn.
Angels gathered together to sing,
the true meaning of Christmas and the joys it should bring.

Words tell of Jesus Christ birth,
and of gifts and treasures of gold, frankincense and myrrh.
Three Magi come from lands afar,
arriving at the manger following the path of a heavenly star.

Over mountains and through the fields,
not exactly sure what their long journey would finally yield.
Not bothered with coldness this night,
falling down in joyous praise to worship and behold the sight.

In the manger created from hay,
angels spoke to the shepherds where baby Jesus would lay.
Mary looking with eyes of love,
at her child a gift, for all of mankind, from the heavens above.

Growing both in spirit and mentally,
the grace of God filled this child; this was easy for all to see.
Yearly trips for worship and prayer,
a voyage when Jesus was twelve filled His parents with despair.

Returning to Jerusalem from Galilee,
Jesus was missing His parents wondered where He could be.
Finding Jesus was not that simple,
finally finding Him with the priests and scribes at the temple.

Studying amidst all the teachers there,
amazing them with questions and answers, being truly aware.
Jesus would soon administer and preach,
spreading gospel to every living soul He could possibly reach.

His crucifixion day any hope gone,
Mary cradled the body of her dead son completely all alone.
Our Savior paid the ultimate price,
His life was the cost, please, never forget His real sacrifice.


© Brenda Sparkman
December 9, 2006