Winter Tidings by Ryan Paxton
Those who are sleeping seek the truth from above,
During this season of giving, of God, and His love,
Many years ago, long in the past,
God sent his son down to Earth in flash.
He chose Mary and Joseph to parent the boy,
They brought him up into a life he enjoyed.
And when he grew up, into a fine man,
He taught all the people in all of the land
To live and obey, the words the Lord said,
To love - your neighbor; five-thousand, he fed.
And soon, not too long, he broke bread and drank wine,
With the twelve finest brothers he ever did find.
Then Judas sold him out, for silver, for coin,
And in with the criminals, Jesus had joined.
A thick crown of thorns and scourged on his back,
Christ carried the cross up that hill without slack.
He hung there by nails, affixed in his hands,
It's so unimaginable, that pain he could stand.
And with the light growing dark and his breath getting thin,
He cried out, "It is finished!" and our sins were forgiven.
And so, on this day, remember this thing,
Our God died for us, for you, for me.
He came to this earth in rags, in a cave,
The Creator of all things was treated like a slave.
His death on the cross gave us life with him,
An eternity we will live, it will never turn grim.
Merry Christmas to you, Thank God for this day,
Thank God for His blessings, and in Jesus, we pray.__________________________
This is a Christmas Card I wrote and painted. Some will be receiving it this season...
Don't steal it!
But this is an example of one if someone wants to commish something like this...