The Christmas Gift

A poem in homage to the One who saved my soul and sends everyday miracles to me.

Oh, the gift I received, long before I was born…
The one that was given, on the first Christmas morn.
It means more to me, than my life ever could.
For if only for me, I know Jesus still would
Be scorned, tormented and put on that tree
To buy my freedom, be salvation for me.

He was Mary’s sweet son, her hearts delight.
Born in a manger on a cold Christmas night.
He came to forgive us, to make us all whole.
He suffered far more than we’ve ever been told.
Mary, sweet Mary, loved Him with a broken heart…
She knew He was here but too soon would depart.

Oh, the gift I received, long before I was born…
The one that was given on that first Christmas morn.
God sent His only Son, the precious lamb, the king.
He came to buy freedom for each loving thing.
Take a moment on this day, a bit of this season
And remember that Christ is our one and only reason.

By Donnell Carlisle
Published: 6/14/2004

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