Remember.
REMEMBER
Snowmen in the garden,
Yule logs by the fire.
Church bells gaily chime
from the distant frosty spire.
Children’s happy laughter –
wrappings of silver and gold,
the tinsel covered tree
is a wonder to behold,
but, amid the merry feasting, a
thought filters through now and then –
does anyone still remember
the babe born in Bethlehem ?
There, in the depths of winter,
in a dirty cattle stall
was born the tiny child
whose life has touched us all.
He had no Yule log to warm him
as he lay in a manger of hay,
He asked only for our sins
that He might bear them away.
Not for Him the tinsel or Holly,
and He never knew what it was
to unwrap a beribboned parcel –
His gifts were nails and a cross !
Remember him !
Silver Tabby