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| BABY'S THOUGHTS DID YOU EVER WONDER WHAT BABY JESUS THOUGHT ABOUT AS HE LAY IN THE MANGER? ....READ ON AND LET'S SUPPOSE.... I would like to tell you again, the endless story of the first Christmas morn When the little Lord Jesus, our Saviour was born. He was born in a manger, this Babe so dear... There was no room in the Inn that day, taxes must be paid for the year.. so they had to turn them away. But in the stable was a manger low, where they laid the wee little Child. And a star appeared in the Eastern sky, o'er this Babe so meek and so mild. The shepherds were watching their flocks by night, when they saw that Star in the sky... They trembled with fear as it shed it's light o'er the place where the Baby lie. They heard the voice of Angels singing, singing out on the midnight clear. Ringing tidings of great joy, goodwill to men, of peace on earth and good cheer.. So they followed the Light of that guiding Star, to where the Saviour was born, Offering gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh, at the dawn of that first Christmas morn! Oh, the night was so dark and the cold 'twas so bleak, and in the manger, the Baby Jesus did sleep. His bed was made of straw, and His pillow was hay, and the Baby, in swaddling clothes did lay. The Babe, He awoke and stretched forth His arms.. His Mother was near Him..to keep Him from harm. We still celebrate His Birth He gazed at His mother who was pure and so fair, and He knew such a virgin, as Mary, 'twas rare. He gazed around.."Ohh..look at all the animals.. the Donkey, the cattle and sheep! Look Momma! that little white Lamb is reaching out for Me!!" "I wonder," thought Jesus, "who those three men are.'' I heard them tell Mother, that they came from afar Just to offer her gifts of frankincense and myrrh, To give to the Saviour..t'was the Christ Child's birth!! She's smiling at them..look at the pride in her eyes! She's nodding her head at them..they surely talk wise! Look at all the people!! why...they are worshipping ME! Thought I heard someone whisper, 'A Savior He shall be!' Oh, Father! I remember now! From my Home up above You have sent Me to them. Prepare them for My Love! I wish Mother Mary, and the Wisemen wouldn't cry... Ohh, I guess now..they too, are remembering.. that I was BORN TO DIE!! Written by Shirley Kotsanos 1989 Would YOU die for HIM??? |
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