A Little Baby Born
It isn’t about partying, drinking, eating, time off or holiday pay,
The decorating, the shopping, the baking or picking out that perfect tree.
It isn’t about the stockings hung on the chimney with care,
In the hope of St. Nicholas being there.
It’s not about a red-nose reindeer landing on a rooftop and flying through the air,
Frosty the Snowman, Mr. Scrooge, George Bailey or Santa Claus.
It isn’t about the music, the lights, or the carefully wrapped presents under the tree.
It is about a sin-filled world in need of a rescuer.
A precious little baby born in the City of David, called Bethlehem.
Born over 2,000 years ago on a still, holy night,
Of a virgin birth foretold hundreds of years before.
In a dark, smelly, dirty stable; not a lavish palace.
Wrapped in strips of cloth; not in a fresh, soft new blankie.
Lovingly placed in a dingy trough used by the animals,
Surrounded by noisy, smelly sheep, donkeys and cattle lowing.
Lowly shepherds guarding their flock at night,
An angel appearing before them, surrounded by God’s holy light.
“Do not be afraid I bring great news. In the City of David a Savior is born.”
Heavenly hosts praising God saying, “Glory to God in the highest
And on earth, peace, goodwill toward men.”
This baby was called: Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. He is the Messiah, Jesus Christ;
King of kings and Lord of lords. Immanuel, which means God with us.
Come to bridge the canyon between sinful man and the Holy Father God.
He, himself, said, “I am the way, the truth and the Life.
No one comes to the Father except through Me.”
He was either telling the truth, or he is the biggest liar or totally insane.
It’s either the craziest story ever told or the most astonishing, greatest story ever told.
©2010 Laurie McCullough Cheesebrew