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A Christmas Poem by Abby
Tonight, Abby wrote a Christmas poem:
Christmas Poem
Born in a manger, laid in the hay,
Laying asleep, with no proper place to stay.
Cattle a lowing, stars shining above,
Given to sinners, a sign of love.
Jesus, the Savior, a tiny babe,
Death predicted birth,
by Myrrh, used to anoint a body.
Do you question love’s worth?
The reference to myrrh comes from the sermon in church this past week. I hope that everyone takes time to remember not only that Christmas is a celebration of the birth of Jesus, but that he was born to die so that our sins could be forgiven, and we could know our Creator.
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