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                                Prince 
                                of Peace at Christmas 
                                  
                                  
                                
                                The scripture’s found in Matthew 
                                
                                A vision to behold 
                                
                                At Christmas time, throughout the world 
                                
                                A story often told.   
                                  
                                
                                  
                                
                                A carpenter name Joseph 
                                
                                A simple-minded man 
                                
                                Engaged to dear sweet Mary 
                                
                                Who promised him her hand. 
                                  
                                
                                  
                                
                                Now Mary was naïve girl 
                                
                                A virgin young and pure 
                                
                                Of all the women in the world 
                                
                                The Lord had chosen her. 
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                                To bear the child, Emmanuel 
                                
                                The Saviour, soon to be 
                                
                                A royal king to live and die 
                                
                                That we might be set free. 
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                                An angel came to Mary 
                                
                                Gabriel was his name 
                                
                                He came to bring good news of joy 
                                
                                Not fill her life with shame. 
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                                She had conceived the child of God 
                                
                                T’was growing in her womb 
                                
                                Though she felt blessed to fill this 
                                quest 
                                
                                How could she tell her groom. 
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                                To Joseph, she’d been faithful 
                                
                                She’d never gone astray 
                                
                                How he could know the miracle 
                                
                                That happened on that day.   
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                                The baby she was bearing 
                                
                                Was sent from up above 
                                
                                The Alpha and Omega 
                                
                                The Price of peace and love. 
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                                Her soul was filled with wonder 
                                
                                Yet fear crept in her heart 
                                
                                They’d label her, adulteress 
                                
                                And tear her world apart. 
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                                She quietly spoke with Joseph 
                                
                                And gently held her breath 
                                
                                An unwed pregnant woman 
                                
                                Could be stoned and put to death. 
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                                Joseph was a righteous man 
                                
                                Though he was in dismay 
                                
                                He planned to press no charges 
                                
                                And quickly walk away.   
                                  
                                
                                  
                                
                                But Gabriel came to Joseph 
                                
                                One night while in his sleep 
                                
                                He said that Mary spoke the truth 
                                
                                The vows, he then would keep. 
                                 
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                                Joseph’s heart was full of joy 
                                
                                He knew that they’d been blest 
                                
                                His virgin bride, no longer cried 
                                
                                Their faith had stood the test. 
                                 
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                                Her feelings for this tiny child 
                                
                                Were strong, like any mother 
                                
                                The life that grew inside of her 
                                
                                Was special, like no other. 
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                                She knew this child was worthy 
                                
                                He was the Chosen One 
                                
                                And she had been anointed 
                                
                                To bear the Spirit’s Son.   
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                                So on a donkey, Mary rode 
                                
                                The time drawing near 
                                
                                The birth of Jesus Christ was nigh 
                                
                                Upon a midnight clear.   
                                  
                                
                                  
                                
                                The inns were full, no where to go 
                                
                                To give birth to her son 
                                
                                So in a stable filled with hay 
                                
                                Her labor had begun. 
                                  
                                
                                  
                                
                                The King of Kings was born to her 
                                
                                She held her baby tight 
                                
                                An eastern star shone brightly 
                                
                                In Bethlehem that night. 
                                  
                                
                                  
                                
                                While shepherds found their way to Him 
                                
                                And kings from far away 
                                
                                They offered gifts of gold and myrrh 
                                
                                To Him, that sacred day.     
                                
                                Wise men blessed the heavens 
                                
                                His name was richly praised 
                                
                                As angels sang on glory high 
                                
                                The Staff of Life was raised. 
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                                The guests were quite enraptured 
                                
                                By such a wondrous sight 
                                
                                All the corners of the earth 
                                
                                Was filled with holy light.   
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                                The world and its inhabitants 
                                 
                                
                                Would never be the same 
                                 
                                
                                For Mary bore the Lamb of God 
                                
                                Christ Jesus was His name. 
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                                The Redeemer was delivered 
                                
                                Young Mary held her son 
                                
                                Just as was told in scripture 
                                
                                It is written, it is done! 
                                
                                  
                                  
                                       The End
 
                                Marilyn Ferguson 
                                ©2003 
                                (written) December 
                                09, 2003 
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