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Just A Child
A child it was,
small and helpless in a larger world,
watched over by a mother of grace and a father so proud,
and simple animals of the field.

Yet this child was at no risk,
for overhead waited the host of God,
a mighty army of Angels in homage,
to the Lamb, heart of all.

Kings three did come this night,
and kneeled before their tiny Master,
giving all that was themselves,
to that which had come to pass.

Gifts so rare of kingdoms ransom,
yet it was the hearts and souls that shone like gold,
filling that manger with the soft living light of worship,
giving all there blessings beyond wealth.

Stars led the way to a simple place,
in a land of strife and common life,
yet somehow this place was different,
holy as a temple, blessed beyond our ken.

What wonders has the world seen,
when Kings kneel to honor their better,
and common man finds a savior,
upon a chill and quiet night in a needy land.

We celebrate this moment,
with hearts open to Him,
knowing He has come to us,
and will someday again.

When that times comes to us,
remember those mighty Kings,
and bow to Him who leads us all,
upon that truly wondrous day.

For those who fear His presence,
and damn Him at every turn,
even they may find the way,
and reach out to a waiting friend.

There are those who doubt His being,
for reasons of their own,
yet each must stand before Him,
when each is called to home.

Christmas is for Christ,
Lord, and Son, and Host,
once a child in a manger,
and now King of Kings for us.