FOR THIS WE PRAY
Christmas time soon will be winging it's way
Far and near, through the earth,
Down through the valleys, over the hills.
Proclaiming the Christ Child's birth.
Telling the beautiful story again,
The story that's always new.
Of a Savior sent to earth as a babe,
To fulfill a promise, true.
To the lowly shepherds on Judea's hill,
A wonderful privilege was given.
To hear and behold the angels throng,
Sent down from the courts of heaven.
What joy must have filled each humble heart,
When the angels, the tidings proclaimed.
That in the City of David, that night,
Was born the promised king.
We wonder what was in Mary's heart,
On that long ago Christmas time,
As she lay on the sweetly scented hay,
With the Christ child by her side.
As she pressed a kiss on His rosy lips,
And caressed His dimpled hands,
Did her mind reach out through the troubled years,
When He would become a man?
Did she see the cross, and the mocking throng,
Did she know the death that He must die,
To perfect the Father's plan?
There's been many a mother, since that time,
With a baby in her arms,
Has humbly prayed for a guiding hand.
To keep him safe from harm.
She's gently guided his toddling steps,
Through childhood's tender years.
Then sent him forth as a sacrifice,
To mankind's cruel wars.
Our prayer should be, on this Holy Day
As we celebrate the birth
Of the Son that was sent to bring sweet peace,
And good will to all the earth.
That war may never more sweep the land,
With it's sorrow and it's pain,
That the men who made the sacrifice,
May not have died in vain.