A Christ-mas Poem



      I posted this poem last year, but it's in my heart around this time every year so I decided to post it again. You see, this is the very first poem God gave me when I began writing poetry. It seems so fitting to remember it each year at Christmas time. It makes so much sense to me that the very first poem He would give me would be about His Son. He is the beginning of everything -

          "He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation. For by Him all things were created that are in heaven and that are on earth...all things were created through Him and for Him. And He is before all things, and in Him all things consist." Colossians 1:15-16 NKJ.

I hope you don't mind me sharing it again.

His Name Is Jesus

At Christmas time remember Him

The One who came to heal our sin.

The little child within the manger

The One whom angels hid from danger.

Though in a tiny manger bed

He wore God's crown upon His head.

The babe who came to be our King

To Him the heavenly anthems ring.

The Prince of Peace quietly laying

While people unaware were praying.

To send His light, and God had heard

In the manger lay the Living Word.

God's own Son, the Lord of Host

The very One He loved the most.

He came a ransom for our sin

To heal the broken hearts of men.

This Holy One, the Great I Am

To be the Sacrificial Lamb.

As He slept that Christmas Day

In the shadow of the cross He lay.

So as we give our gifts of love

Remember the One who came from above.

And give Him praise for all He's done

The King of Kings, God's only Son.

©1992Charlotte Foster