Ryan's Poem

Ryan and I have been talking about how we want Christ to really be the focus during Christmas, as there is so much to try and distract us. We have been thinking of ways for us to celebrate as a married couple and also with future children, that will glorify Jesus during this time and not Santa Clause (who we are not planning to teach our children to believe in). We have some ideas for us within our home, but we were looking for ways to do this when visiting with our families. We thought about maybe a story or poem, but we didn't find anything that seemed to be what we were looking for. Ryan decided to write a poem to read to my family on Christmas after dinner. I think that he did a great job and I wanted to share it here.

Through stormy night on cold, damp hay,
The head of Jesus softly lay.
This stall for oxen barely meet,
Chose God for him his first night’s sleep.

Outside the wind and thunder cracks,
As if all of hell at once attacks.
A place no human could find rest,
A storm the hearts of kings would test.

While wind and rain and thunder chill,
Christ continues sleeping still.
For right above, in dark night sky,
He sees his Father’s angels fly.

This was the first, but not the last,
Of trials our faithful Savior passed.
For soon he’d hang upon the cross,
Where all his good appeared his loss.

But through his death upon that tree,
He gave true life to you and me.
And now in Glory Jesus stands,
With open heart and outstretched hands.

And one day soon life’s storm will break,
And Jesus hands you’ll reach and take.
To where He is, you He will bring,
To live forever with your King.