"And the Lord will be king over all the earth.
On that day there will be one Lord,
His name alone will be worshiped."
Zechariah 14:9
Christmas Day
Long ago and far away,
A tiny Child was born...
To Joseph and to Mary
In stable, so forlorn.
A King, He was, without a throne
Or castle, rising high.
In truth, He was the Son of God!
Born, so He could die.
In raiment made of swaddling clothes,
He slept upon the hay.
Purer than fresh-fallen snow...
God's Son, in beauty lay.
The shepherds were the first to come,
To see and then believe
The words that have been told to them
That first Christmas Eve.
Through the centuries, come and gone,
His love shines ever true.
We change as we draw near to Him,
For He makes all things new.
A painting by John McNaughton
"Christmas Day"
A poem by Margaret Peterson
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