Christmas toys are only a part
Of the magic Christmas brings
Because the meaning of true Christmas lies
In the babe born King of Kings.
Wise men three came bearing gifts.
They traveled from afar
Came to worship and adore
The Child who made the stars.
Angels were singing hymns on high.
The glory of God shown ‘round.
Wondering shepherds quickly hastened
To quiet Bethlehem town.
The Father’s love had been poured out
Into the little Child
And onto His mother, quiet Mary,
A virgin, meek and mild.
We see the angels and the shepherds,
And know the manger where Jesus did lie
And yet, so few see why He was sent,
An Innocent destined to die.
He died on Good Friday, this we know,
Yet arose on Easter morn.
But how many folks remember this,
Celebrating the day He was born?
Christmas is a time of joy,
A time to receive and give
But the greatest of all giving comes
When you give the life that’s yours to live.