That Time of Year

It is that time of year,
That we are in good cheer;
In remembering the birth,
On one who came to earth.

It only had begun,
For the Heavenly Son;
To grow up as a man,
That was under God's plan.

For He had spent His days,
With living in the ways;
Found in the human race,
Through a mother's embrace.

We must take it to heart,
Why did God ever start;
Causing a lot of strife,
In time to end a life.

It is to give us hope,
To be able to cope;
What Christmas is about,
Chasing away all doubt.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2007 Richard Newton Sherrer

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