"The Day After Christmas"

The birds welcome the morning with song
The trees whisper, "The Lord, our King, is come."
Last night a child was born,
He's Jesus, He's God's own Son...
Let the earth praise Him, rejoice on this beautiful morn!

Not an ordinary babe,
He created all things that were made,
He left His home in glory to save us from sin.
His Kingdom is just and true,
And there's a place for you;
Come and adore Him and you shall enter in.

Praise Him! Let your praises ring!
Let all creation praise our Saviour and King!

© 1992 by Marie DisBrow


[This poem was first published in the December 1992 issue of
The Good News Paper, Gold Hill, OR]