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,