I wrote this poem several years ago.
"God could have come to earth in any shape or form.
He chose to come as a baby, tender, sweet and warm.
Just as dear as any baby, held close to a mother's heart.
He grew and walked with men on earth, His wisdom to impart.
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The time of year has come now to celebrate the birth
of Christ, our blessed savior, who dwelt down here on earth.
Many have walked a pathway that Jesus sometimes trod
and as awesome as it seems now, stepped in footprints made by God."
Margaret Bodle
Emily
