Christmas Rose

Was it a starry wintry night,
like we've always been told?
When Mary's Christmas Rose was born!
I wondered, as I walked outside,
early one December morn!
Many stories about His birth have been told!
She wrapped Him in swaddling clothes,
laid Him on a bed of straw,
The animals gathered 'round
their breath to keep Him warm!
CHRISTMAS ROSE, HIS smile so dear
O little babe of Bethlehem.
All too soon grown into man.
This beautiful scene handed down
Through the ages by tradition and revelation
We recall it all that December morn,
What wonders to BEHOLD!

by Helen J. Jarvis

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