Jesus

Dear baby Jesus

Was born in a stable.

He laid in the sweet-smelling

Hay of a manger.

He could have been born

To wealth and high places,

Worn clothing befitting

A king with great graces.

Instead, from the time

Of His humble birth,

He walked the back roads,

Had a common man’s hearth.

 

He healed the hurt leper,

Gave food to the poor,

Sat down with the Sinners,

And opened the door

Of His heart to the lonely,

The outcast, the ill.

He was focused on

Doing His Father’s will.

Today I am thankful

For His gift to mankind:

To be in God’s presence,

And not left behind.

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