A CHRISTMAS POEM




A CHRISTMAS POEM


December is here; season`s greetings abound,
Carols and cakes to savour; stars and lights surround,
Fun, frolic, and the like; its a celebration,
 Folks flock together; its time for jubilation.


Amidst the shower of gifts,balloons and trees,
Where is the baby boy; God`s gift to you and me?
Has Jesus been born in your hearts, has He been sought?
Is He just a clay doll, in the plastic manger that you bought?



Is Jesus at the centre, or hidden by Santa Claus?
Is it still about Immanuel, who came down to be with us?
Born as a bundle of hope; dies for our sins on the cross,
Yet conquering death and our hearts, up from the grave he arose!


This is the good news of Christmas; the reason for exultation!
Make this season different; let us uphold salvation!
Repent, return and receive; invite the Saviour in,
Celebrate Christmas anew; for you are born again!




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