Twas The Night Before Santa
Irene Carol Allen
January 20, 1999
Twas the night before Santa
And all through the house
not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse.
Our Lord Jesus was born that night before
Our Redeemer, our Saviour, the one we adore.
We waited so long for Him to arrive
Knowing that now our souls would survive.
We all went to His house and sang songs of praise
We held up our hands, sang Amazing Grace.
We shed tears of joy, we got down on our knees
Needing so much His grace to recieve.
We were all so excited, many visitors came
We hugged them and kissed them
And ask them their names.
We all held our breath as one by one
We watched them go forward
To receive God's Son.
God spoke through His Word, His truth to relay
Pastor had a few words of his own to say.
Today is His birthday, let's celebrate Him
He was born to die, to atone for our sin.
My eyes filled up, my sight became dim
All I could see was all of my sin.
That I lay at the foot of the cross of our Lord
Where I should have been hanging
And pierced with the sword.
This poem came from the space of we should be celebrating Jesus' birthday on a different day than we celebrate Santa's. We could have both and give back to Jesus the day we say is His birthday.