THE GIFT
14 Dec
The Gift
The baby born that cloudless night slept in a bed of hay;
The One for whom a thousand years is but a single day.
The One who hung the stars in space and formed us from the dust;
The Lord of all creation had come to dwell with us.
His mother watched each tiny breath with eyes of wondrous love;
Another watched with yearning heart from heaven up above.
His mother dreamed of royal robes and kingly crown one day;
The Other knew that pain and suffering marked the baby’s way.
It was a deep, miraculous love that filled that tiny place.
Trusting hearts, a baby’s gift and a Father’s perfect grace.
He looked through time and saw each soul His precious Son would save;
With open hands and longing heart the precious gift He gave.
“For God loved the world so much that He gave His one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life.”
John 3:16 (NLT)
Christmas Blessings,
Linda
So very beautiful, bless you for sharing.
What a precious poem, Linda. Yes, I think Mary didn’t know the extend of His suffering at the cross.
Thank you so much for sharing with us this morning.
Oh I Love this poem~~and the image is magnificent!
Thank you Linda for sharing this with us.
Merry Christmas and many Blessings,
Lynn
Linda, this is a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing it. Merry Christmas!
Bethany