CHRISTMAS IS

Celebration for the day my Savior

Came to earth for me, not just
To live, but die and rise for me.
Jesus is His name.
“Jesus,” I hear them whisper
As they bow beside His bed,
“Jesus, our Lord, our King and Friend.”
I love Him just the same.
He sweetly laid upon his stay,
Breathing calmly as they prayed
To God, His Father within the heaven.
In prayer, I still make claim
Of the wondrous gift of love
Sent from the Father up above
And, share it this glorious day
With all ‘found its fame.

By Michelle Wagner
1982