A special poem for children follows
to read to them on Christmas Eve...
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‘TWAS THE NIGHT…OF ALL NIGHTS!
Children, gather round. It’s time for a story,
one that’s filled with hallelujahs and glory.
It’s about the glorious night of all nights,
angels and magi and sight of all sights!
About God, a virgin, the birth of a king,
wooly sheep, poor shepherds and gift giving!
My story takes place long ago, far away
and starts with a Babe in a crib full of hay;
His mother’s a virgin, His father is God,
the birth, a miraculous Heavenly nod.
The Baby is born in a Bethlehem barn
near a few smelly animals, like on a farm.
Poor shepherds in a field shudder with fright
when suddenly the dark sky fills up with light
as beautiful angels, bright splendors winging
tell of the birth with hallelujahs and singing!
So, the shepherds and sheep the very next morn
set off to visit this special Newborn.
Rich wisemen follow a bright beaming star
to the Bethlehem barn; the journey is far.
They ride astride camels, carrying treasures
to give to the One they’ll worship forever.
Why in the world would they do such strange things?
Why travel so far? Why great treasures bring?
The reason is simple, the Babe in the hay
becomes the world’s Savior, Who takes sin away.
His name is Jesus and He loves you and me
and wants us to love Him for eternity.
That was the night of all nights here on Earth…
the wonderful story of Jesus’ birth!
Maude Carolan Pych