The warm night air was fragrant
The cool breeze softly blew
Stars twinkled in a sky so clear.
To a resting virgin servant
A pure young maiden
The angel Gabriel appeared.
“Fear not, sweet young Mary
God finds great favor in you.
For to you a child shall be born.
The holiest of infants
A kingdom among kings
God’s only begotten son.”
“I’m not worthy,” said Mary,
“but I question not his will.
His word I shall obey.
He will provide for my people
A Savior for all mankind
God’s blessing upon this day.”
Mary rose from her slumber
And knelt to pray
Her task seemed great and hard.
A young virgin maiden
And her humble carpenter husband
Had been chosen to raise the Lord.
The villagers stared
They doubted her truth
She had clearly broken a vow.
They even questioned Joseph
His honor destroyed
His heart filled with doubt.
Until one warm night
Gabriel reappeared
“Joseph, listen with God’s word Mary pleases.”
To her, a son
The child of God will be born
And he shall be called Jesus.”
To Bethlehem they travelled
Over harsh and terrible roads
Joseph, Mary, and the unborn child.
To the land of his fathers
The many sons of David
A census to be compiled.
The time had come
The inns were filled
No place for the babe to lay.
A side street stable
Where the animals dwelt
And a manger filled with hay.
The wise men came
The prophesy they’d heard
Great wisdom from afar.
Even the shepherds
Resting in the fields
Could not ignore the bright star.
On that holy night
That first Christmas night
The world rang out the joy.
The Messiah had come
Peace to the whole world
Salvation in the baby boy.
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