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Twas The Morning After Christmas

by Cheremiah © 2022

Twas the morning after Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even my spouse

Stockings once hung
By the chimney with care
Now lay on the floor
Candy strewn everywhere

On a table near by
Laid a Gospel tract
Left there last night
By my uncle Jack

I picked up the tract
Began reading the words
They were the sweetest
That I'd ever heard

I read about Jesus
God the Son and His birth
How He came as a baby
From heaven to earth

My eyes popped wide open
I just had to read more
I was understanding now better
Than ever before

Jesus, God's Son
Came down to this earth
Our Sinless, Redeemer
Born to give us new birth

The tract's end had a prayer
I was invited to pray
To have Jesus forgive me
Wash my sins all away

Oh Lord, I'm a sinner
I heard myself say
Please wash me with
Jesus's blood I now pray

You were crucified, buried,
And then rose again
All this Lord You did
Because of my sin

Christmas is special
For me the morning after is too
It is the day Jesus saved me
And made me brand new

This poem was a finalist in the August 2022 poetry contest

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