‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house every creature was praising, including the mouse. The Bibles were open to the pages with care, and showed us so clearly that Jesus was near.
The children were singing and clapping their hands, with visions of a baby being born in the land. Mamma with her bonnet and me with my cap, were in the mood for praising; not a long winter’s nap.
Then out on the lawn there arose such a ringing, and there on our sidewalk were carollers singing. We opened the door and there we bestowed the big white flakes of the Christmas snow.
The moon shone down on the singers around as they sang in unison their glorious sound. When, what to my praising heart should I feel? But the presence of Jesus that was so very real.
With His gentle touch and in one accord, we all knew then it must be the Lord. In the glory of Heaven His presence came with the angels about Him who praised Him by name!
“Wonderful, Counsellor and Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Savior and Lord! Prince of Peace, Healer and Son of God, Creator, Advisor, and King of the world!”
The gentle breeze made the caroller’s scarves dance and their voices grew louder as we were caught in their trance. We joined with their singing and praising aloud. What an inspiring few minutes we spent with this crowd!
But soon they moved on to bless the next home and we went inside where we would carry on with our praises to God for His gift we would sing; the gift of Jesus who had become our king!
He left His throne above to be born in a manger, and gave up His glory for a life of danger. But that’s why He came, to teach us as kin that He loved us so much He would die for our sin.
And He died on that cross! But He rose again whole! His side was still pierced, His hands bore the holes! But He was alive and He gave us His promise; He’s coming again and this time to get us!
But His eyes will be like fire; His feet as fine brass; His hair white as snow and his voice like the past when He spoke to the prophets in words so clear, like rolling waters for His children to hear!
We won’t see Him as a baby born on Christmas Day, or as the savior who gave His life to save. We’ll see Him in His glory as God over all, and in the clouds above us we’ll hear Him call.
We’ll speak not a word, but our hearts will sing because we’ll know the voice of Jesus, our king. And with His arms wide open and a twinkle in His eye, He’ll welcome us home and forever we’ll abide!
So we’ll sing and praise God for evermore because Jesus is King and our precious Savior! We give Him the praise and we sing with delight, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”
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*I wish you all a very Merry Christmas, and I pray that God will touch your heart with His truth, that Jesus Christ came to earth to be born of a virgin and would grow up to be our Savior and become our King. Christmas time is a blessing when we realize that Jesus is more than just a story passed down to us—that He is the gift from God to all those who believe!
For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.—Luke 2:11