Last year at Christmas time I put the following poem in the bulletin. I had so many that told me how much it meant to them. It is truly one that I have enjoyed for many years. I believe you will enjoy it as much as I do.
THAT NIGHT
That night when in the Judean skies
The mystic star dispensed its light,
A blind man moved in his sleep-
And dreamed that he had sight.
That night when shepherds heard the song
Of hosts angelic choiring near,
A deaf man stirred in slumber's spell-
And dreamed that he could hear!
That night when in the cattle stall
Slept Child and mother cheek by jowl,
A cripple turned his twisted limbs-
And dreamed that he was whole.
That night when o'er the newborn Babe
The tender Mary rose to lean,
A loathsome leper smiled in sleep-
And dreamed that he was clean.
That night when to the mother's ***
The little King was held secure,
A harlot slept a happy sleep-
And dreamed that she was pure!
That night when in the manger lay
The Sanctified who came to save,
A man moved in the sleep of death-
And dreamed there was no grave.
For Him,