The Gift

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The Gift

Trees and lights and bells and carols;
Bright-wrapped packages, piled high;
Winter's sharp blow joins the heralds:
"Christmas-time is nigh!"

Mailmen hurry; shoppers scurry;
Time is fleeing - Oh! So fast!
Parties gather, loud and merry,
Grander than in Christmas' past.

Pause a moment to remember
That a Savior's simple birth
Still stirs angel wings in susur' -
"Peace to men; good will on earth!"

Now the Father's hands that molded
The first Adam in the clay,
Gently 'round a manger folded,
Cradle a Baby in the hay.

So the Greatest Gift extended,
Gift of love and peace to all,
"God's great love to man descended"
Calls us to a manger stall.

©1990 David Needham