“Go tell it on the mountain…”
“I love to tell the story…”
The memory’s ingrained phrases share
Christ’s incarnate glory.
It was the wonderfully worthy news
The world had waited for!
Jesus breathed his humble first
God wrapped in flesh: our Savior.
I sing the songs about Him
But how often do I tell?
With this mercy for our souls
I should be as a ringing bell.
“Ascribe to the Lord His greatness”
Also means to His Son
And to our helper, Holy Spirit
The Godhead Three in One.
Christmas is a time of joy
When friends and families visit.
Without a whisper of the Christ,
What kind of worship is it?
“Fear not, I am with you,”
He will help with what to say
If you have made plain your faith
And seek the Christian way.
Bear witness to the baby
Who changed our lives one night
He would grow up to be sacrificed
And become our guiding light.
In the comfort of this season
With its beautiful surround
Do tell about God’s love for us
Yahweh, who touched the ground.
Copyright 2015 margaretportergriffin
Photo: Bethlehem, just outside the city of Jerusalem.