my Christmas story #20
one every day of the month
The Special Child
The hearts were cheerful and full of joy
For it had been blessed by this little boy.
Jesus Christ was his name
And the lives he changed would never be the same.
He filled a void in the hearts of man
That the Romans couldn’t understand
He gave them hope and took them from despair
And showed them that he truly cared.
Two thousand years have come and gone
And the faith and love for him is still as strong.
We celebrate the birth of baby Jesus on Christmas day
And to him the world does pray.
This is not the only day that we give thanks
To this new born king, for he is with us in everything.
We wake up in the morning and we give thanks
For a brand new day, and before bed we do pray.
We see an accident and we automatically say.
I pray that they are okay.
We see a person with third degree burns
we say to ourselves that there’s
A lesson to be learned.
Would we be able to think the same
If we had to endure that persons pain.
Everything that we do and everything that we say
Involves god in some sort of way.
When we are in excruciating pain
We scream “ oh god” but not in vain.
He is always there every step of the way
And with faith we will not stray.
This is the special child of which I speak
Who protects us all when we are weak.