Every day is the day
To let the dear Christ in.
He said "I am the way,
The truth, and the life" John 14:6 that heals all sin.
Let us, then, not blindly obliterate
With mere human pastime and finite art
Significance of that holy one. But devotedly commemorate
The babe who gave Christendom its blessed start.
Wise men traveled far to honor him with treasure;
In dark of night, with joyful hearts, shepherds left their sheep.
Do we as humbly give in corresponding measure
Our homage for God's gift of life in midnight deep?
When gratitude stirs our lives to giving,
When our hearts are filled with love for God and man,
Then true Christmas we are living,
And honoring Christ more than aught else can.
As he healed, and as he the hungering multitudes fed,
So must we humanity's ills relieve.
And greater works than his, he said
His faithful followers would achieve.
Isn't that the meaning of the Christmas story—
That we give witness to the healing Christ,
Letting our lives reflect God's radiant glory,
Failing not to keep with Him our daily tryst?
