THE FIRST CHRISTMAS

 

This is the blessed time of year,

When we all celebrate,

The birth of Jesus, God's own Son,

The story, I'll relate,

Twas in Judeah, long ago,

When shepherds came to see,

The Mother Mary and The Babe,

That came to set them free,

And Joseph stood close to them both,

And watched them with such pride,

That Blessed Holy Child of Love,

Mothered by his Bride,

The Wise men came to pay respect,

To Jesus, Lord of all,

But they were very much amazed,

To find Him in a stall,

But still they knew He was the Lord,

For Prophets told them so,

And He is still the same to-day,

As He was long ago,

We love to give to those we love,

But we must not forget,

That He who loved us most of all,

Deserves the best gift yet,

There’s Christmas carols in the air,

There’s friends to greet anew,

But the thing that makes it Christmas,

Is what it means to you,

Each year as Christmas comes along,

Let us His praises sing,

So that, the whole wide world will Know,

That we too, call Him King.

AUTHOR: Margaret Shankland