A Christmas Poem -written 1970

The following is a poem I wrote several months after my eldest son was born and was included in a Christmas letter I stumbled on recently.

"This Christmas brings our hearts and minds
To God's greatest gift, the person of Jesus.
It is He who imparts His love as we find,
Not the babe in the manger but the man Jesus.
His gift to us was himself when He died
On that cross, oh the love of our Jesus.

What joy we share as our hope is found
Not in the baby lying so sweetly but in Jesus,
Who shares our joys and our ups and downs.
It is He we worship each Christmas. It's Jesus.
We're so thankful for His great love profound
Someday soon the world will bow down to Jesus.

This Christmas let us sing praises to our King
and not be all tangled in the world's riches.
This Christmas let us remember Him and bring
Gifts of the spirit that cross the bridges
between ourselves and men in the world's ring.
Let's meet Him this Christmas and His riches.

So this Christmas look for Jesus our Lord,
the man who never changes yet always delights
in reaching the lonely, depressed and bored.
Men and women who can't resist or give fight
to His tremendous love for them. They'll open the door
thus allowing Him to reveal the real Christmas light."

Copyright, 1970, Little Impressions, Kathryn Tyler Yazzie

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