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God Himself He Was
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2002 Poetry The first Christmas, the day begun,
Two millenniums ago in Bethlehem.
Christ was born under the brightest star,
In a cold stable in a land away far.
Wise men came with their gifts in hand,
Traveling far, over hills of sand.
To see this king of which they heard,
Arriving shortly after his birth occurred.
Finding him surrounded by the many poor,
Knowing that his life would not be obscure.
They gave their gifts and went on their way,
As Christ lay sleeping on top of the hay.
Hard to believe at such a great man's start,
It was already written on how he would depart.
Although he lived a short time, in this world long ago,
This is the man whose name we all know.
The son of god he's called, but god himself he was.
Making us all stop to think and pause.
To ponder our life and how well we can,
Remember his words and take care of our fellow man.
