Twas The Real Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the stable;
Not a creature was stirring, except for Gabriel.
He’d settled down for a moment to see;
What had been written about through prophecy.
The King of the Universe, the Lord of all Breath;
Becoming a man, to save Humans from death?
What would He look like, how would He come?
Why had He chosen this place to become?
When what to his wondering eyes should appear?
But in the center of a manger his Lord who’s so dear.
A tiny baby, wrapped in loose cloths;
Fragile and crying, helpless and lost.
One look at the child and all that surrounded;
Made him wonder how this had been founded.
Away from the stable, he flew like a flash;
A bright streak of light on a heavenly dash.
Seeking the Father in Heaven he was;
A question to ask about this strange cause.
“Why as a baby?” the Father was asked;
And all Heaven silenced, to hear of the task.
“Humble and gentle, poor must He come;
A Savior to all and not just to some.”
“What will become of Him, what will He do?”
Gabriel was puzzled and others too.
“A cross He must bear, a death He must die;
“For no other way will the World survive.”
“Gabriel reared back, his muscles did strain;
No one shall touch Him while I still remain!”
“Alas my dear friend, the Father did say;
The price is too high, Someone must pay.”
“Sin entered the world, through pride and deception,
The way to healing is through this conception.”
“But why must He die Father, I don’t understand;
Surely there must be an alternate plan.”
“No other way possible could I come by;
Except that my only Son must die.”
“Mankind is lost unless this is done;
Which is why I’ve given them My only Son.”
Gabriel was quiet, the words heard he pondered;
Something was troubling, something he wondered.
“Why do you love them, those humans down there?
Why would You give them Your most precious heir?”
Said the Father with a smile soft and tender;
While all Heaven listened to hear the answer.
“I made them to be with Me forever you see;
Each person different in their individuality.”
“Made in my image to know Me as King;
How could I leave them to Hell’s dark cold sting?”
So Gabriel returned to the manger he’d left;
To see who would welcome this most precious gift.
A handful of shepherds, some lambs and a ewe;
Worshipping God who was born for you.
So here is the question I ask you tonight;
Does this story about Jesus at all seem right?
Is He your Savior? For you He did die;
For no other reason than your eternity to buy.
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