They cut down the tree from
The place it once stood,
Oh the sorrow and sadness
Of that stately wood,
The tree thought its time on
Earth was now done,
But God had some plans
That had only begun,
“No good am I now!”,
Thought the tree lying there,
It was full of self-pity
And full of despair,
Then they picked up the tree
And the blade it came down,
Such weeping and wailing
From the tree – what a sound!
Next came the hammer as the
Nails pierced that wood,
Then a manger was made
Where that tree it once stood,
The death of the tree to its
Own selfish ways,
Brought Jesus, God’s Son,
For our Christmas day.
Mrs. Dody Hall continues to touch hearts with her poetry. I hope you enjoyed her poem about our Saviour’s birth as much as I did. Merry Christmas!
“And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.” Luke 2:12
**********
Is the manger of your heart ready to receive Jesus?