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Flourish-Meant: You Were Meant to Live Abundantly

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Dec 24, 2021

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the earth
Not a creature was resting in the peace of love’s worth;

The tyrant had hung any rivals who’d dare,
In fear the Messiah soon would be there;

Inn guests were nestled all snug in their beds,
Worn out by travel from their toes to their heads;
The innkeeper sent one poor couple away.
“No room here, but you can sleep in the hay.”

When out in the fields there arose such a clatter,
Shepherds fell to their knees fearing what was the matter.
Up in the heavens appeared such great light
They shielded their eyes and quaked at the sight.

The glory of angels beamed from the skies
And shone the lustre of mid-day in everyone’s eyes,
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a herald declaring that Christ was now here.

With a song to herald the birth of their King,
Angels invited them to see Jesus and sing.
More rapid than eagles they sought out the star,
And fell again to their knees when they reached the barn;

Now, Mary! Now, Joseph! Descendants of David!
Oh, prophets! Oh, scriptures! Fulfilled in our Savior!
To the top of the mountains! To the ends of the earth!
Salvation has come through this glorious birth!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
A set of wise men hastened to follow signs in the sky,
So from the far east, on camels they flew,
With gifts for a king, priest, and sacrifice, too.

They offered the Christ child a chest full of gold
For he was the king the prophets foretold
They also gave frankincense, an odd gift for a mother
Yet her child was the high priest above any other.

The offering of myrrh proved most somber of all,
Through his death, this son would redeem our fall;
With a cross and our sins nailed to his flesh,
He would die for our sins, then rise afresh.

Jesus' eyes -- must've twinkled! His dimples how merry!
Cheeks sweet like roses, and a nose like a cherry!
Love in his Word drew his mouth like a bow,
He smiled at his visitors; for all he did know.

For on the first night of Christmas, the Word became man,
He filled all our needs when he stretched out his hands
He surrendered his life so he could save ours
With the gift of new birth, we have no end of hours.

Eternal life awaits all who receive
The heart of this Christ Child because they believe.
If you listen, he whispers to your spirit this night