Christmas Birth. Poem by Cecilia Parkin

The Child so soon to be remembered
As a babe-The Prince of Peace.
As we sing our songs of celebration
With our baubles, glittering trees.

But will we know Him come the morning
Will we feel Him close beside,
Will we imitate His lifestyle
Or will we put Him to oneside? .

I know I need Him as part of my being
To make sense where none would seem.
To feel the comfort of His presence
When I'm lost inside life's void.

I need to hear His voice within me
When I struggle in dark and pain.
His whisper with loving assurance
'Trust in me-I was born to save'.

And come the dawn of Christmas morning
As the East star brightly shines,
I shall raise my hand to Heavon
And hope His fingers might find mine.