Christmas Rubies In My Treasure Box

Source: swck.edu.hk via Stacey on Pinterest I Believe in Christmas I Believe that Jesus is the reason why There’s Christmas Day. I Believe the infant Child of Mighty God Lay on the hay. I Believe that shepherds saw, up in the sky, The Heavenly Host ~ To praise Him high. I Believe! I Believe! I Believe the eastern wise men traced a star And bowed their knees. And, I know that, in her heart, His mother knew He would be King! Time was split, a plan engaged designed to bring The heart of man To God again, With upraised hands. I Believe! Every time I see the scenes of Christmas Day Or hear the songs, I know the Way Lies in the Child Of Christmas Day! I Believe!! I Believe!!! Lyrics © by Joan Clifton Costner http://underhiswings0.tripod.com http://our.homewithgod.com/heavenlyinspirations/...

She gave birth to a son; and he called His Name.... JESUS Sweet Baby Jesus Sweet Baby Jesus, You lay nestled in my arms. And for now, it doesn't matter that we're hearing stable sounds. For, wonder overwhelms me. Though, I know it's really true That God, in His great mercy, sent us You. Sweet Baby Jesus, You've left Your home above; Come to visit us from Heaven to fill our hearts with Love. It's easy, as I hold You and sweet joy o'er flows my cup, To imagine how the world will lift You up! Sweet Little Jesus, how will You relate to man? For, You now have his weaknesses, according to God's plan. I've seen greed and jealousy in action, here, in man. Oh, Jesus! Overcome it, if You can. Precious Little Savior, I can see You through the years ... As You walk among God's children, comforting their doubts and fears. I know that they will love You and accept Your gift of love, As You'll prepare th...

Listen To Silent Night  By Clicking   The Preview Link    Preview Saved In a Snowstorm ( version 2) Flurry, scurry, everywhere the falling snow, does blow. A flock of geese a swaying fall to the earth below. Doubting man, says to his wife “Don’t ask me to believe.” “Why would God, come down to us, a sinful world receive?” Hurting wife, she goes to church; her heart down in despair. Crying out to God above “Show him, Lord, you care.” Her husband hears a noise outside, Honking geese trapped in the snow; Cold, confused, alone, While cold winds whip and blow. Compassion speaking to his heart, “Those wandering geese need saved.” He bundled up to go outside. He called to them and waved. Blowing sharply, wintry winds; He tried to call and guide. They simply would not listen, Though a door stood open wide. Frustrated and greatly grieved, He said, in words so dim, “The only way to save the geese, Is by becoming one of t...

Whispers White The snow comes down in whispers white And covers everything in sight Making all that Heaven might Know that this is Christmas Night. Swirls and swirls of flying flakes Dance, then glance the heavens, and makes Me thank the Lord for no mistakes In delivering his Son for all our sakes. The snow comes down in whispers white And covers everything in sight Making all that Heaven might Know that this is Christmas Night. poems.funmunch Poetry On This Site Can Be Freely Used For Christian Bible Centered Non-Profit Ministries And must Remain Unchanged In Any Way. All Other Purposes Are With Permission Only. You May Make Requests At "treasurebox18@yahoo.com" All Rights Reserved

You And Your Child Make Your Own Bible Verse Christmas Cards More Cards Source: seeyoutheredesign.com via Manda on Pinterest Handmade Christmas Cards  Poetry On This Site Can Be Freely Used For Christian Bible Centered Non-Profit Ministries And must Remain Unchanged In Any Way. All Other Purposes Are With Permission Only. You May Make Requests At "treasurebox18@yahoo.com" All Rights Reserved

Log Cabin Christmas 11-11-11 : Song:  I Wonder As I Wander Listen To This Song While Reading This Poem By Clicking The Preview Link       Preview You ask about this picture that hangs here on my wall? Many thoughts come to my mind. I can't recall it all. It's of our old log cabin that stood along a stream - nestled in a heavy woods with weather most extreme. The summer heat, unbearable, preceded autumn hues - and winter brought the heavy snow which drooped the many yews. Our hard work filled the wood box. Much colder times, there'd be. I'd follow dad's familiar tracks - to seek a Christmas tree. A chair set by the window, sat I, upon the chair - peering down our old dirt road with grandpa not yet there. The sunrise and the sunset was all the clock we had - so hours I would be on watch with brother, mom and dad. So patiently the snowfall would cling to window sill. Serene and quiet were t...