Our Christ

I know not how that Bethlehem's Babe
Could in the Godhead be;
I only know the Manger-Child
Has brought God's life to me.
I know not how that Calvary's Cross
A world from sin could free;
I only know its Matchless Love
Has brought God's love to me.
I know not how that Joseph's Tomb
Could solve Death's mystery;
I only know the Living Christ -
Our Immortality.
[Rev. Major Henry Webb Farrington]

Mary Had The Little Lamb

Mary had the little Lamb
Who lived before His birth;
Self-existent Son of God
       From heaven He came to earth.  
Micah 5:3
Mary had the little lamb;

See Him in yonder stall _
Virgin-born Son of God,
To save man from the fall.

Isaiah 7:14
Mary had the little lamb,
Obedient Son of God,
Everywhere the Father led,
His feet were sure to trod.

                    John 6:38
Mary had the little lamb,
Crucified on a tree;
The rejected Son of God,
He died to set men free.

1 Peter 1:18
Mary had the little lamb;
Men placed Him in the grave
Thinking they were done with Him;
To death He was no slave!

Matthew 28:6
Mary had the little lamb,
Ascended now is He;
All work on earth is ended,
Our Advocate to be.

Hebrews 4:14 - 16
Mary had the little lamb -

Mystery to behold!
From the Lamb of Calvary
A lion will unfold.

Revelation 5:5, 6
When the Day Star comes again,
Of this be very sure:
It won't be the Lamb-like silence,
But with the Lion's roar.

Psalm 2:12;
Revelation 19:11-16
[Friends of Israel Gospel Ministry, Inc.]


Strange, this creating God of ours- 
whose nature is love, and yet
whose "natural events" can
literally take your breath away.

Strange, this redeeming God of ours­
who insists on battering the boundaries
of our common-sense systems of belief
with visions, voices and a virgin.

Strange, this sanctifying God of ours­
who will not leave us to our own ways
but who leads us to challenge the world's
doubt, despair and hatred with the divine
paradoxes of faith, hope and love.

Strange, this unfathomable Trinity­
who will not let us balance our account
but rather keeps us in perpetual debt
for all our embarrassment of riches.

Strange, this pervading Presence -
from whom we cannot escape
with whom we find it difficult to live
without whom we know no peace.

Strange, this familiar Father of prodigals­
whose love, too much for one lifetime,
wills that we shall share the
feast of forgiveness and joy
in the epilogue of eternity.

Strange, this daily advent of
[Chaplain, Col. J. F. Wilson]

"And is it true? And is it true,
This most tremendous tale of all,
Seen in a stained-glass window’s hue,
A Baby in an ox’s stall?
The Maker of the stars and sea
Become a Child on earth for me?"
[Sir John Betjeman]

The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap,
His hair was like a light.
(Oh weary, weary was the world,
But here is all alright.)

Ah, dearest Jesus, Holy Child,
Make thee bed, soft, undefiled
Within my heart, that it may be
A quiet chamber, kept for Thee.
My heart for very joy does leap
My lips no more can silence keep,
I must sing with joyful tongue
That sweetest ancient cradle song.
[Gilbert Keith  Chesterton]

I know not how that Bethlehem's Babe
Could in Godhead be:
I only know the manger child
Has brought God's love to me.

I know not how that Calvary's Cross
A world of sin cold free:
I only know it's matchless love
Has brought God's love to me.

I know not how that Joseph's tomb
Could solve death's mystery:
I only know a Living Christ,
Our immortality

Love came down at Christmas,
Love all lovely, Love Divine;
Love was born at Christmas;
Star and angels gave the sign.
[Christina Rossetti]

Born in a manger at Christmas,
as a gift from the father above,
an infant whose name was called Jesus,
brought mankind the gift of God's love.
[Helen Steiner Rice]

Try again, frail voice,
To sing the wonder
Of the unsurpassed Event,
Since that white choir of Heaven
Sang for humble shepherds
Tongues and tones
That far outnumber man's superlatives
Have praised, 'though all unworthily,'
God's coming to humanity.

Try again, oh hand,
To show the beauty
Of the Christ Child gently laid.
On bed of hay.
Not all the lights of color's
Spectrum can portray it.
No array
Of tools and media satisfies this theme,
No artist's hand to Love Divine
Gives form. Oh, too sublime design!

Try again, poor mind,
To grasp the grandeur
Of Creator's blest intent
To save man's soul!
Made flesh to live and die and
Live again He bared the
No power of brain but faith alone is all
God asks of me. to now possess
His gift of life. Christ I confess!
[Margaret Horton Webber]


Can you think of Christmas
Without a song
Or a gift
To give in His Name?
Or without joy or peace
Of heart
to share,
As we celebrate again?

Can another year with it's
Christmas cheer
But remind us
That Jesus died?
And the cradle there
Is empty,
Unless He was crucified.

Can wise men from here,
Or anywhere -
From east or west
Or south,
But worship the One who,
Born to die,
Is risen
And forever lives!
[Maurice L. Anderson]


A Christmas Prayer

Loving Father, help us to remember the birth
of Jesus, that we may share in the song of the angels,
the gladness of the shepherds,
and the worship of the wise men.
Close the door of hate and
open the door of love all over the world.
Let kindness come with every gift and
good desires with every greeting.
Deliver us from evil by the blessing
which Christ brings, and teach us to
be merry with clear hearts.
May the Christmas morning make us happy
to be Thy children, and the Christmas evening
bring us to our beds with grateful thoughts,
forgiving and forgiven, for Jesus' sake. Amen!
[Robert Louis Stevenson ]

Christmas In Heaven

I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below with tiny lights like heaven's stars reflecting on the snow.

The sight is so spectacular please wipe away that tear
for I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear but the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here.

I have no words to tell you of the joy their voices bring for it is beyond description to hear the angels sing.

I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart for I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I can't tell you of the splendor or the peace here in this place Can you just imagine Christmas with our Savior face to face?

'll ask him to lift your spirit as I tell you of your love so then pray for one another as you lift your eyes above.

Please let your hearts be joyful and let your spirit sing
for I am spending Christmas in heaven and I'm walking with the King.

Wanda Bencke © 1998

The story behind the poem: Lysandra Kay Bencke was my thirteen year old handicapped daughter. On Christmas day 1997, Lysandra had a seizure and was in a coma for five days before she died. During those five days I wrote the poem "Christmas in Heaven". I sent it out in belated Christmas cards to friends and relatives that year. They also sent it on to other friends and relatives, thus how the poem and the story behind it has been changed. I can verify all the information in this message.

The Nativity

Among the oxen [like an ox I'm slow]
I see a glory in the stable grow
Which, with the ox's dullness might at length
Give me an ox's strength.

Among the asses [stubborn I as they]
I see my Savior where I looked for hay;
So may my beast like folly learn at least
The patience of a beast.

Among the sheep [I like a sheep have strayed]
I watch the manger where my Lord is laid;
Oh that my baaing nature would win thence
Some woolly innocence!
[C. S. Lewis]


What's all this hectic rush and worry?
Where go these crowds who run and scurry?
Why all the lights - the Christmas trees?
The jolly "fat man," tell me please!

Why, don't you know?  This is the day
For parties and for fun and play;
Why this is Christmas!

So this is Christmas, did you say?
But where is Christ this Christmas Day?
Has He been lost among the throng?
His voice drowned out by empty song?

No, He's not here - you'll find Him where
Some humble soul now kneels in prayer,
Who knows the Christ of Christmas.

But see the many aimless thousands
Who gather on this Christmas Day,
Whose hearts have never yet been opened,
Or said to Him, "Come in to stay."

In countless homes the candles burning,
In countless hearts expectant yearning
For gifts and presents, food and fun,
And laughter till the day is done.

But not a tear of grief or sorrow
For Him so poor He had to borrow
A crib, a colt, a boat, a bed
Where He could lay His weary head.

I'm tied of all this empty celebration,
Of feasting, drinking, recreation;
I'll go instead to Calvary.

And there I'll kneel with those who know
The meaning of that manger low,
And find the Christ - this Christmas.

I leap by faith across the years
To that great day when He appears
The second time, to rule and reign,
To end all sorrow, death, and pain.

In endless bliss we then shall dwell
With Him who saved our souls from hell.
And worship Christ - not Christmas!
[M. R. DeHaan, M. D. Founder, Radio Bible Class]

Unto us?
Lord, unto whom?
The fair-skinned, favored,
genteel few?
Just to them?
Or unto Jew,
Oriental, Negro,
Unto these?
Yes, unto all
the human family,
great and small.
Christ Child,
with your arms stretched wide,
forgive our prejudiced,
and pride.
[Helen Earle Simcox]

True God of true God;
Light of light eternal:
Lo! He abhors not the Virgin's womb.
 Son of the Father,
Begotten, not created:
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.
Anonymous, 17th or 18th Century
translated by Fredrick Oakley

The First Gift of Christmas

The first Christmas gift ever given
Wasn't bought in a mart or a shop,
And it wasn't encased in gay wrappings
With a bright ribbon bow on the top.
The first Gift of Christmas was given
In a manger lowly and bare,
And a blanket was the lone wrapping
Of this gift so priceless and fair.
God gave the First Gift of Christmas,
A most Holy and Wonderful One,
When He looked down in mercy and goodness
And gave us the Gift of His Son!
[John Gilbert]


Christmas is a time for giving,
A time for love and joyous living,

For glistening splendor and lots of laughter,
Making happy memories forever after.

But with all the glitter, fun and mirth,
Let's not forget the Christ Child's birth.

And the peace that was meant to be.
Dear Lord, let it begin with me,

And may it spread throughout the earth
In celebration of our Savior's birth.
[Anna Beth Minyard]


I have vowed to give you splendor
Wonder and acclaim,
But my words have lacked the luster
Fitting such a name.

I have dreamed again the story
How the Christ was born,
How you first burst into blossom
On the coming morn.

Like the magi, I am humbled
By a lighted face,
And I kneel in adoration
Muted by your grace.
[Hildegard Russell]



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