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Friday, January 3, 2014

Poem: "The Voice of the Christ-Child"

The earth has grown old with its burden of care,
But at Christmas it always is young;
The heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair,
And its soul full of music breaks forth on the air,
When the song of the angels is sung.

         It is coming, old earth, it is coming tonight!
         On snowflakes which cover thy sod,
         The feet of the Christ-child fall gently and white,
         And the voice of the Christ-child tells out with delight
         That mankind are the children of God.

On the sad and the lonely, the wretched and poor,
The voice of the Christ-child shall fall;
And to every blind wanderer open the door
Of a hope which he dared not to dream of before,
With a sunshine of welcome for all.

         The feet of the humblest may walk in the field
         Where the feet of the holiest have trod –
This, this is the marvel to mortals revealed,
When the silvery trumpets of Christmas have pealed,

That mankind are the children of God.


  1. What an awesome statement that we are "the children of God"! There is so much in that statement that I cannot grasp - all I know is that we are blessed by the Creator of the universe. Blessings to you.

    1. Blessings to you as well, Lynda. Yes, Scriptures has long spoken of us a children in God's family.