Twas the Very First Christmas


‘Twas the Very First Christmas
by ric booth

‘Twas the very first Christmas, when all o’er the earth
Not a creature took notice when a virgin gave birth.
She wrapped Him up in swaddling clothes,
Nursed Him; held Him; Still, nobody knows.

The sheep were sleeping in flocks where they lie;
While shepherds stood watch under His sky.
With the Son in a manger and mama close by;
listening close, would we hear God cry?

Then all of a sudden angels appeared in the skies;
And the shepherds fell back, afraid for their lives.
The angels sang out, “A Savior is Born!”
Still no one knew; the curtain was torn.

The darkness trembled in the still of that night;
New hope was dawning with this baby of light.
“He is Christ the Lord!” the angels did sing.
How could it be, heaven had sent the king?

In hundreds an’ thousands in numbers they came;
some poor an’ some rich; all lost just the same.
A light in the sky would guide them they thought;
what little they knew of this child they sought.

All weary and broken and tired they came;
His father in Heaven calls each by name.
They’re seeking a child and an answer to “Why?”
For them God became man, to suffer and die.

Magi carried gifts to a far away town;
Gold, frankincense, myrrh they laid down.
Humbled before Him; God had come near;
How could they know, the gift was right here.

He left golden streets and His crystal sea;
choosing instead, the hill of calvary.
He went about His mission, beginning to end;
A message of love, determined to send.

Nobles and peasants, their lives He would lead;
Still no one knew; for us He would bleed.
In a barn they knelt down where the child did lay;
No one knew death would die the third day.

Like a whisper He came from Heaven above;
to finish His work; to show us His love.
People would wonder, still most do not know;
what happened in Bethlehem so long ago.

Many rulers and kings and powers that be;
have plotted to stop Him from setting us free.
Yet, centuries have come an’ centuries have gone;
their kingdoms are dust; the Christ child lives on!

© 2003-2008

First posted: What IS Christmas all about?
Read about: The First Christmas Tree

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15 Responses

  1. “He left golden streets and His crystal sea;
    choosing instead, the hill of calvary.
    He went about His mission, beginning to end;
    A message of love, determined to send.”

    he slipped into flesh…for me.

    remarkable.

    ric – this is so very beautiful!

  2. You certainly have a gift, and we are blessed you choose to share it with the rest of us. Good job. My writing talents don’t include poetry, but I’m glad yours do.

  3. Thanks Tam and Ron. Re-posted for the season.

  4. Enjoyed your poem Ric.

    Christmas for me is all about sharing love, and smiling faces. We need to work at keeping that spirit alive all year round.

  5. Here Here, Ed. We do need to work at that year round.

  6. wooohoooo…love this!! can I haz a copy to use or keep or pass around?

    Love ya brother hope things are going well for you…or like the billboards here are saying…”just be good for goodness sake” LOL just kidding.. 😉

  7. Good Morning Darla. Yes and yes. Feel free.

  8. “Nobles and peasants, their lives He would lead;
    Still no one knew; for us He would bleed.
    In a barn they knelt down where the child did lay;
    No one knew death would die the third day.”

    Hey, Ric. I read this yesterday but something must have happened…forgot to comment.

    But now I’m thinking that was a good thing. I just got off the phone with my cousin and he is dying of cancer. We’re the same age. (Which makes you about the same age too)

    He doesn’t believe Jesus is God. He’s not sure if there truly is a Being out there. He loves Jesus’ words and believes He only spoke the truth, but doesn’t really believe His followers actually got it all right when they wrote down their testimonies.

    So…yeah, this stanza hit me. My cousin still doesn’t know…I mean, he’s heard the truth, but he just doesn’t believe. Death for him will be death.

    But it doesn’t have to be that way. Death was conquered.

    My cousin’s eminent death could be his ultimate salvation, but he doesn’t believe. He could step from this painful existence into glory.

    Some things are just too hard to understand, you know?

    I guess I’m pouring this out here because I would really like your prayers. I know you do that…pray. And I know you care.

    Beautiful poem…thanks.

  9. Michelle,

    I prayed for your cousin and will again and again. Thanks for letting me help. I know too many who still do not know. As Bono points out in his song Walk On, “there is a place that must be believed to be seen.”

  10. Thank you, Ric.

    I really appreciate you.

  11. AWESOME!! Truly. Loved it.

  12. Thanks Annie.

  13. Wonderful work Ric.

    So what will it actually take for ‘someone’ to know?

    On a completely different topic… would you mind correcting your stats box please?

    or have you really had 17 billion 230 million millivisitors?

    Those of us condemned to use the metric system know that counterintuitively a millivisitor is a thousandth of a visitor and a microvisitor is a millionth of one – or just a very, very small one. 🙂

    ( i’m betting not one of those 17 billion ever picked up on the error before either huh?)

    <B

  14. Hey Love, you’re the first to “mention” the error. You’re such a metrical kinda guy! Thanks for the info. Btw, I think million of milli is thousands… and 17 thousand thousand is 17 million… right? still in error but now I don’t feel so bad. Thanks.

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