The Lesson of Christ
Could there have ever been a better way to be done,
Than a down-to-earth meaning of our God's own Son?
The birth of Jesus, that of the Father's benevolence,
Shared with the people of this world, by His presence?
The Creator, in His finest revelation, gave us a reason,
That to celebrate, on every precious wonderful season.
A babe born as in the scriptures' Immaculate Conception,
One, Joseph and Mother Mary to raise, is our perception.
A child brought up in a common home, builder of furniture,
Worked to make wooden objects, as well, miracles for sure..
Jesus was a teacher, performer of many a miraculous event,
His followers saw the true Son of God, as was heavenly sent.
Then sacrificed upon that wooden cross, the savior of all's sins,
That hill in Golgotha, outside Jerusalem, where true faith begins.
Remembered, is celebrated as our being saved, on this grand day,
Our Father-God in Celestial heights smiles, as we all kneel to pray.
Our thanks we give to the Father and the Son, at this time of year,
As we each give praise to our Savior then, who we all do so revere.
