He grabbed an old book
pages worn and slightly torn
from years of reading
He wiped off the cover
as he called me over
I climbed upon his knee
settling down close
listening intently to
his deep baratone
and the story unfolded
It was a tradition
between Gramps and me
Me sitting on his knee
and he read the story
of the Christ Child to me
He told me all about Mary
How she had knew no man
How she had concieved
a baby
Jesus was to be his name
Of how they had traveled
and when they found an inn
there was no room
so a manger was where
he layed his head
A king was born that night
with Angels to hail his coming
a star to light the way
To our Savior
who's head lay in the hay
and how very proud
Mary must have been
to look upon this face
that was the heavenly son
Wise men came from the East
bearing gifts
paying homage to the
Child that had been sent
he read on about his life
and all he did while here
and went on to tell me
how man treated him out of fear
They took a man
who knew no sin
30 pieces of silver
A follower turned him in
Then hung hisself
ashamed from the sin
They nailed the Lord to a cross
Where he hung as
His life flowed from his veins
They knew that he was gone
but sent guards
to make sure his body remained
Placed in a tomb
a stone to block the way
Yes they had to be sure
that here his body stayed
Three days passed
I sat close listening to the story
it was quite
as the dark cold night
And when I heard
that he had died
a silent tear dripped down
from my eyes
Then I heard the most beautiful
part of all
The third morn
He arose
No grave could hold him down
No cross of mortal man
God the Father had the
Master plans
His mission
To save the soul's of Man
Gramps would pick me up
and tuck me in
and say a prayer with me
Always remembering
the Christ Child
and what his sacrifice gave
With his life
Man was saved
©2005 Tina Clark
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