My prayer is that if you have accepted Christ as your savior, that this page renews your sense of wonder in the gift of eternal life God gave us. If you haven't accepted Christ as your savior, may you discover the wonderful hope that God gave us in Jesus. This link shows you how you can accept Christ as your Savior and receive the gift God has for you. Is Jesus the Answer?
Mary's Prayer Christmas morn, the legends say, Even the cattle kneel to pray, Even the beasts of wood and field Homage to Christ the Savior yield Horse and cow and wooly sheep Wake themselves from their heavy sleep, Bending heads and knees to Him Who came to earth in a stable dim. Far away in the forest dark Creatures timidly wake and hark, Feathered bird and furry beast Turn their eyes to the mystic East. Loud at the dawning, chanticleer Sounds his note, the rest of the year, But Christmas Eve the whole night long Honoring Christ, he sings his song. Christmas morn, the legends say, Even the cattle kneel to pray, Even the wildest beast afar Knows the light of the Savior's star. ~ Davis A. McCarthy One starry night in Bethlehem, a mother beamed... a father adored... But another Father cried for the things yet to be... For the star of Bethlehem would become a cross... the gentle halo, a crown of thorns... And the heart of God beating in a child would be broken... for you and me.
~ Cindy M. Grant
Some of my favorite Christmas carols I never really looked at lyrics until a few years ago, and so many of them tell a wonderful story By Alfred, Lord Tennyson. The time draws near the birth of Christ: The moon is hid; the night is still; The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist. Four voices of four hamlets round, From far and near, on mead and moor, Swell out and fail, as if a door Were shut between me and the sound: Each voice four changes on the wind, That now dilate, and now decrease, Peace and goodwill, goodwill and peace, Peace and goodwill, to all mankind. The Gift of the Magi One of my favorite Christmas stories - it shows the true spirit of love The Stranger Child No More Darkness The clouds moved lazily, the air was still, As the old man wearily trudged the hill. His eyes were dimmed, blind from birth He had never beheld God's wondrous earth. But his hopes were high for he had heard it told That a Messiah had come, as prophesied of old. He stumbled and fell mid the crowd and throng Pitied by the weak, pushed aside by the strong. When ready to despair from life's sorrow and scorn A voice pierced the air, "Blessed are they that mourn! " Humbly he listened, while the crowd made mirth "Blessed are the meek, they shall inherit the earth!" With tears overflowing, his knees fell to the sod, "Blessed are the pure in heart, they shall see God!" He lifted his head, by the illumination overcome And beheld there fore him, the Master . . . the Son!" Tears clouded his eyes, then in darkness they closed, But for one precious moment, he had seen with his soul. Then a light brighter than a galaxy before him spread And he knew he never again in darkness would tread. He recounted the scripture . . . "Unto you is born this day" A Savior . . . A Master . . . Christ . . .the Light and the Way!" "Peace on earth" at last in his heart he could find. The same blessings of Christmas is still given to mankind! ~ Author Unknown The Cobbler and His Guest A Precious Gift Awards I've won for this page Thanks to the people who awarded them to me!
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