My Best Christmas Present - Poem by bobby beddoe
My best Christmas present was not from mom and dad,
It wasn’t even from Santa Claus, I might add;
Tho my presents numbered many,
A gift that left my eyes misty,
Was the one I received when was just a small lad!
Actually, back when I was twelve years old or so,
I read in the family Bible, John 6: four O.
“…That for all who believe
In the Son will receive
The gift of eternal life…” A good thing to know!
Another good thing to know, He goes on to say:
“Ánd I will raise him up at the last day.”
So tell family and friend;
If they want to ascend
With Him, trust Jesus as Lord right away!
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