Love doth flow
beneath the green
and fresh mistletoe
Christ our savior born
as wise men's gifts behold
Joseph, a mere man story told
All worship a baby king on high
Stables manger,he fills in the night
As Mary cradles him with all her might
As his glorious birth proclaims for all
While animals surround all in each stall
No one knew his fate to be, for he was just
a baby in a manger for all around to come see
Bless us one and all for with Jesus we won't fall
Bright is his
way to behold.
Linda Bates Terrell
December 12, 2011
Last year I wrote a poem in the shape of a tree
This year it is still a tree agian, but the words that from the branches of this 'Christmas Tree Of Love'
is of Jesus birth.