“For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.” Luke 2:11
How still the night when Christ was born
In a manger in the House of Bread
While the world did sleep, unbeknownst to them
Came man’s Hope just as the Father had said.
No royal robes were given to Him,
No servants attending to His cry;
His attendants were shepherds, sheep, cattle and such
As Mary sang to Him a lullaby.
Although in the Heavens an angelic choir did appear
With songs of “Hosanna” and praise, Very few took note of what happened that night
As they continued on in sin’s malaise.
Yet, in the years that did pass by
This baby became a Man—
One Whose life would turn the world upside down
In ways that none would understand.
Those Hands, so small as babies’ are,
Would one day be pierced by nails;
No longer would His cries be those of a cooing child
As on Him all sin did assail.
But soon from those Blood-splotched lips of His
A different cry would erupt,
“It is finished” and “I’m alive evermore”—
Shouts which nothing can ever, ever, ever disrupt.
How wonderful it is to remember that Night
When God stooped down in love
And gave to us life’s most Wondrous Gift—
The Gift of His own Son from above.
May we forever give thanks to the Father on high
As we struggle in our sinful plights,
Remembering that Hope Eternal was born in Bethlehem
On that first, most blessed, Christmas night.
by Tom Smith
