The Christmas Story
Poem By Alex Watson
A broken world waited for a promise unmet,
Centuries past, and most would forget,
But one who was faithful, a virgin unwed
Would soon bear the gift, the angel had said
Doubts would arise, skeptics and lies
“God, may I be faithful,” she silently cries.
The world could not see and may (n)ever believe,
That a Savior be born, that a virgin conceive.
Then one “silent night” the time had drawn near,
The mother then knew, He soon would be here.
A rush to find solace, a warm bed for her rest.
But God knew exactly what would come next.
The Savior so humble has no need for a bed,
But in the cool of the night, lies a manger ahead.
While the world was at rest except shepherds in fields,
Angels descended for a promise fulfilled.
And all in one moment, God gave us His Son,
To rescue the broken, the hurting, the one.