Angels flew about that night, <br />Beneath that star shining bright, <br />Beckoning Shepherds “your Saviors here” <br />“Go in haste and do not fear”, <br />So they fled into the still black night, <br />With a star alone to give them light. <br />Guiding them to that blessed cave, <br />Honored by man He’d come to save. <br />It was upon this hallowed morn, <br />To a virgin, Jesus Christ was born, <br />Whilst Jesus lay on a bed of straw, <br />Shepherds gazed on him in awe, <br />God had chosen humble men to see, <br />The incarnate Son of the Trinity; <br />God incarnate born forth to man, <br />The start of His redemption plan. <br />So when you kneel on Christmas day, <br />Close your eyes and to God you pray, <br />Thank Him for His gift of Grace, <br />Born to be sacrificed in your place. <br /> <br />Alf Hutchison Christmas 2009<br /><br />Alf Hutchison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-morn/
