THE MIRACLE OF CHRISTMAS
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Andrew
If you didn't know, Christmas is upon us. In NZ that means rushing to finish work so that you can go on your summer holidays. Christmas for me means beaches, fishing, sunburn, BBQs and family. In the midst of the mayhem it's hard to find space to reflect on God with us in Jesus. So, I thought I'd share my favourite Christmas poem:
THE MIRACLE OF CHRISTMAS:
That night when shepherds heard the song
Of hosts angelic choiring near,
A deaf man lay in slumber's cell
And dreamed that he could hear.
That night when in the cattle's stall
Slept Child and mother in humble fold,
A cripple turned her twisted limbs
And dreamed that she was whole.
That night when o'er the newborn Babe
A tender mother rose to lean,
A loathsome leper smiled in sleep
And dreamed that he was clean.
That night when to the mother's breast
The little king was held secure,
A harlot slept a happy sleep
And dreamed that she was pure.
That night when in a manger lay
The Holy One who came to save,
A man turned in the sleep of death
And dreamed there was no grave.
-Author Unknown