A Christmas Poem

One baby born in the darkness of time.

          One baby born for the good of mankind.   
        So small, so frail, so meek was He,   
         Who would have thought   
       The Son of God He would be?   
       One baby born to laugh and play,   
       One baby born to give us hope that day.   
     So small, so frail, so meek was He,   
     Who would have thought   
     His mission was to die on the tree?   
     One baby born to suffer for all,   
     One baby born, to die was His call.   
     So small, so frail, so meek was He,   
     Who would have thought He held the  key       
      That opens Life's Gate to Victory?   
     One baby born in the darkness of time,   
     One baby born for the good of mankind,   
     So small, so frail, so meek was He,   
     A gift of Love for you and me. 

             By Brenda Bergen

                            

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