Remembering Christmas Poem by Cleveland W. Gibson

As stars twinkled tonight,
sweet angels sang so clear,
wonder, this holy night,
the boy child born, my dear.

Follow His ever bright star,
right there across the sky,
feel warmth, snug inside,
love often makes us cry.

Into strife babe is born,
always it seems the same,
but think on what we give,
some Christmas love, not pain.

From afar the scene is set,
for many folk again to see,
how when it first started,
man down on bended knee.

Into the stable animals,
watch the new born King,
silent, eyes see and love,
lips move and voices ring.

“Love you baby, Jesus,
each and every day,
show us again your peace,
from down Bethlehem way.”

The end