With permission from the author, our dear friend and brother in Christ, Clive Price, we share with you this poem.
‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all you could hear
Were stories of Santa
And his eight little reindeer.
The air waves crackled
With sounds of the season,
But few there were
That knew the true reason.
Children were hoping
To wake up and find
That Santa had been there
And left gifts behind.
While in the stores the last minute
Shoppers literally flew
Looking for this and looking for that
But they had not a clue.
Forget all the presents,
Forget boxes and bows;
Give me the answer
If any one knows.
Remember the Savior
Who came long ago,
Forgiveness and blessings
On each to bestow.
He was born of a virgin
In a stable so low.
God sent His dear Son
To die here below.
Jesus was sent
By His Father above
To tell all the world of His
Wonderful love.
This is the Savior whom
Today we adore;
Not the red Santa Claus
We see in the store.
Oh if I could go back
To the old fashioned years
When children sang songs
Of the Savior so dear!
Gifts were hand made
And given with love
Because Jesus came down
From His throne above.
Salvation is ours
Cleansing whiter than snow,
We sing with the angels
Our hearts all aglow.
When darkness shrouds
The last fading of light
Be a star shinning,
Shinning ever so bright.
To let the world know
That Jesus, God’s Son
Has conquered all sin
The battle is won.
I’d bring back the red kettles
And the sweet ringing bells,
While all the world’s children
Sing their favorite carols.
Then, with deep flowing love
I can tell you it’s true
Christ was born!! Merry Christmas!!
And God’s blessings on you!!
Clive W. Price 12-18-04
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