Christmas Praise
by Betty Baker Bailey
Thank You, Yeshuah, on this cold wintry day
For coming to Earth in such a lowly way.
From Heavenly Prince to a manger of hay
You stepped from the limelight right into the fray.
You came with a message for those seeking truth.
You came as a little babe, suffering youth.
You came to a lost world; a climate uncouth.
Your entrance bestowed on a small shepherd's booth.
My hope, my desire, my one wish for this day
Is that we remember to thank You and pray;
To speak of the kindness with which You did pay
Our debts; the salvation that You brought our way.
Though we know not for sure on which day You arrived,
The event must itself again be revived
To a world insisting on being deprived
Of the one truth on which our souls have survived.
We sing of the manger child with hearts aglow.
We empty our pockets for present and bow.
We gather and feast under hung mistletoe
In shelters of warmth while the cold north winds blow.
You gave up Your comfort. You gave up Your place.
To offer a lost flock such amazing grace.
Though the day and the year we've lost every trace
The point, let us not fail, with joy to embrace!
So thank You, Yeshuah, for coming for me
To such simple a shelter so far beneath Thee.
I lift up my hands while on bended knee
And thank You and Praise You for setting me free!
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