We rush around this time of year, to buy the things we think they need.
The people,the stuff the snow and the ice,but wouldn't it be nice,
If all really stopped and looked upon Jesus,
its His day,His birth,His life He gave for us.
The real meaning,love,joy,peace,Jesus.
A babe in a manger,born on this day,
to save us all from sin and death,
how great He is for us to see.
His eyes so bright,and filled with love for all,
Praise Him,He is worthy.
His Love endures forever,away in a manger no crib for his head,the little Lord Jesus asleep in the hay.
Think of Him on Christmas day.
Written by:©Betty Bolden