A Poem

It's not about the presents you see,

or the beautiful lights or the caroling.


It's about The King sent one day,

to restore and redeem us cause we lost our way.


He came in the flesh as a newborn child,

yet wearing a crown, meek and mild.


The humble Child with no place for his head,

was laid to rest in a feeding bed.


Young Mary pondered all these things in her heart,

an obedient servant, she did her part.


The angels were jubilant, the Shepherds were in awe

This mystery that came forth from a feeding trough.


With wisdom and favor, the child grew,

He healed so many, their hearts, only He he knew.


He climbed the hill, to the old rugged cross,

died for you and me to remove all the dross.


Still the Shepherd King calls all the lost and stray

To answer the question, "Will you trust and obey?"


Christmas has its cradle; Easter has its cross,

You can't have one without the other or you remain eternally lost.


So my Christmas wish and plea to all who read this poem

Please consider the wonder of a King who left His throne.

He asks the age old question: "Who do you say that I am ?

Am I merely just a teacher or prophet or am I the great I Am?"


-Gail Harlin

Gail and her husband Dan are beloved members of Legacy Church. They have been married 36 years and are blessed to have 2 children and 4 grandchildren.