A short poem simply telling the tale of "The Son of God"
They came from near, they came from far Following a distant star to where He lay Not being sure of what it meant, but Knowing it was heaven sent They made their way
And the creatures gathered 'round And didn't make a sound And the angels cried
The angels knew what was to come The reason God had sent His son From up above
It filled their hearts with joy to see and knowing of His destiny Came tears of love
I've often thought about that night And wondered if they realized That star so bright Was sent to tell all the land The Son of God would soon become The Son of Man
Christmas - only days away; plastic snowmen and glowing reindeer adorn the lawns of neighborhoods all across America. All is calm, all is bright, and yet there is something tragically wrong about this Christmas night.
With swift passage thr