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The Gift of Love
By:
V. Beverly Rogers
A wreath hangs over our mantle - It's pine-scent fills the air,
A Santa Claus doll, over fifty years old Stands next to my
easy chair. Tis late Christmas eve, my family's at rest, The
end of a joy-filled day - Warmth from the fire, burning low
in the hearth, Sends my thoughts drifting far away. I envision a
child and a stable, His bed a manger of hay - A Mother humming a
soft lullabye, And I bend my head to pray. I can almost see
the Wise Men - Who'd traveled from distant lands - Guided
by a brilliant eastern star Bearing precious gifts in
their hands. I can almost hear what those Shepherds heard,
Tending sheep on a nearby hill - The voices of Angels lifted
in song - A hymn of peace and good will. I ponder what
brought those Shepherds, And those Wise Men of Temporal
worth - To a stable outside of Bethlehem To attest this lowly
birth. The Prophets, I've heard, wrote of His birth -
Some said as a King he would reign - Bring peace to the earth,
dispell all war, Rid the earth of it's grief and pain.
But the Child, full grown, spoke only of Faith - "Do good to
each other", He said, "And if a man smite thee? Stay thy
hand. Give love in return instead." His teaching inflamed the whole
of mankind And though on a cross He died - He lives
in the hearts of` those who believe - Though often their Faith is tried.
I end my prayer by giving thanks To the Lord who resigns above -
Accepting the gift He sent with His son - The gift of Eternal Love.
Oh I'm sure that in all the years to come - There'll always be gifts
and toys - There'll always be Santa and Christmas trees, And lots
of parties and noise. But no matter what creed or faith we espouse -
There's hope for the coming years -
If we will just share the gift of love As Christmas day draws near.
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