The Tradition Continues....

In a blog posted just a day or two before this one, I mentioned that for almost the last twenty years, I have tried to write a Christmas poem each year to share with family and friends. Sometimes, the message is short, simple and sweet...just a quick reminder of what our Heavenly Father did for us on that first Christmas over 2000 years ago. Others have been more reaching and a greater challenge as I tried to tell a story or convey a more profound and hidden meaning that is wrapped up in the Reason for this Season.

In every attempt, both large and small, God has always blessed my heart and I hope in more times than I will ever know, His still, small voice has whispered a word of hope and encouragement to a tender soul, lost in the quagmire of all the trappings of this holiday...after all, it is really a simple holiday set aside to remember the greatest gift ever given to mankind....EMMANUEL, God with us!

So in that same vein, I once again seek to share this year's poem and over the next few days, some of those poems of year's past. My prayer is simple...MAY GOD RICHLY BLESS YOU AND ALL THOSE YOU LOVE THIS CHRISTMAS SEASON.

MAY YOU FIND EVERLASTING LOVE IN THE GIFT OF GOD'S SON, JESUS CHRIST, BORN OF THE VIRGIN AND SACRIFICED ON THE CROSS OF CALVARY... GOD'S SON BORN TO DIE SO THAT ALL WHO CONFESS HIM AS LORD AND SAVIOR MAY LIVE FOREVER WITH THE FATHER AND HIS HEAVENLY HOST.

He came for you...the gift is free... you need only....

DECLARE THE BABE A KING

Long ago, one cold winter's night, in a small Judean town;

A Heavenly Host would gather; to Earth they would come down.

To make known to the shepherds; in one voice to sing.

"Glory to God in the Highest...Declare the Babe a King!"

A tiny babe, wrapped in dirty rags, who left His throne above

And came to earth in a lowly birth to show the Father's love.

The shepherds came from their flocks nearby, no gift did they bring;

Just their glorious "Hallelujahs" to declare the babe a King.

And on that night in a manger laid; the Gift of Heaven sent

To call a lost and dying world to atone and to repent.

So the lowest and the meekest joined the angels to sing

In praise and adoration and to declare this babe a King.

 Though the sky was dark and black, one bright star filled up the night;

Leading the three Wisemen by its ever guiding light;

And entering the stable bare, each with a gift to bring

To lay before the Christ-child and declare the babe the King.

And mother Mary holding tight to Heaven's greatest pleasure

Held in her heart each coo and cry, forevermore she'd treasure;

For she would raise Heaven's child, though heartbreak it would bring;

And in each moment shared with Him, declare this babe the King.

And so it comes to me and you upon each Christmas season

Do we really celebrate the true and holy reason?

Do we come with adoring hearts, our lives the gift we bring

That tells all the world we know and

DECLARES THIS BABE.... OUR KING!

W. Patrick Queen

Copyright December 2015