"THIS CHRISTMAS"
A poem by Joni Ames
On that first Christmas Day, He came,
A babe inside the hay,
A star above, the only sign
To show the world the way
On that first Christmas, just a few
Knew Jesus Christ was born
And only some beheld His face
That first bright Christmas morn'
On that first Christmas night He lay
At the mercy of the world
Rejected from the very start
As His life was unfurled
His parents had to flee with Him
And find a place to hide
Where He would not be found and killed
Though many people tried
But now He's not a little babe
Wrapped, hidden, in the hay
He's risen up as King of kings
To show the world the way
He isn't in a stable, dark,
Where no one else can see
He's risen to the Throne of God
Where He was meant to be
He doesn't seek the world's grace
They kneel at His Name
And everywhere, because He lives,
The world is not the same
This Christmas He is not a child
Who seeks our mercies, fair,
But He is Lord of all the Earth
His grace, with us, to share
He doesn't run from anyone
Nor play their silly games
For even satan has to bow
At the mention of His Name
This Christmas, take Him from the hay
And place Him on YOUR throne
For He's King of kings, and Lord of lords
So crown Him as YOUR OWN
Soon He'll break the Eastern Sky
Returning for His Bride
And all who still turn Him away
Will have no place to hide
Care enough to give the best
To family and friends
Give to them the Good News now
Of life that never ends
Show them there's a better way
Not mapped by any man
Let them know they have a choice
To live Salvation's Plan
Jesus Christ WAS once that child--But let the good news ring!
THIS Christmas, let the whole world know--
HE REIGNS AS LORD AND KING!
Joni Faith Ames © Copyright 1992
