Ah, then I clearly understood 'Twas Jesus that he meant; For Him who should come first of all No present I had sent. I'd made my Christmas birthday list, And left the Saviour out! But, oh, it didn't take me long To change the list about. Although I've had to switch around, And some names had to drop, I thought the best Friend of them all Should have His name on top! Y O U R LITTLE BOY? Mommy had a little boy His soul was white as snow He never went to Sunday school Cause Mommy wouldn't go. He never heard the love of Christ That thrilled the childish mind While other children went to class This child was left behind. And as he grew from babe to youth She saw to her dismay A soul that once was snowy-white Had turned to ugly gray. Now knowing that her son was lost She tried to win him back But now the soul that once was white Had turned to Christ his back. She even started back to church Her Sunday school class too. She begged the preacher, "Isn't there A thing that we can do?" The preacher tried and failed, and said, "We're just too far behind. I tried to tell you years ago But you would pay no mind." And so another soul is lost That once was white as snow In Sunday school he would have learned— But Mommy wouldn't go.
TH E B IR T H D A Y OF T H E K IN G Luke 2:11 O wondrous, hallowed Christmas morn When Christ, the King of kings, was born, And angels from the realms above Revealed the greatness of His love. Because He had no earthly throne He was rejected by His own. They placed Him in a cattle shed, No royal pillow for His head. He did not come for gold or gems Or diamond-crested diadems; He came to cleanse our hearts from sin And let His light of life shine in. 0 holy morn beyond compare; The living God in Christ was there, And Mary held the hand of One Who made the stars, the earth, the sun. No wonder that the angels sing And glorify the newborn King; While millions here from shore to shore Rejoice in Him whom they adore. Then ring the Christmas bells again Sweet bells of peace, good will to men, And open wide our hearts to Him The blessed Babe of Bethlehem. H IS N A M E SHO U LD BE O N TOP I had the nicest Christmas list. The longest one in town. Till Daddy looked at it and said, "You'll have to cut it down." I know that what he said was true Beyond the faintest doubt. But was amazed to hear him say, "You've left your best Friend out." And so I scanned my list again, And said, "Oh that's not true!" Still Daddy said, "His name's not there, That Friend who died for you."
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