The First Christmas Gift

My cards are sent, the gifts are wrapped
It's time to sit a spell
And think of the real reason why
I've raced around pell-mell.

Baking rich pies and making fudge,
Ging to parties too.
Is this the way that we should be
Showing our love for You?

I think You wouldn't mark it wrong,
Our love for one another;
The giving gifts in your sweet Name
To friend, to child, to brother.

For this one night, dear Lord, we pray
The world will be cementd
With generosity and love,
And not with hate demented.

So we wrap gifts and give them to
The ones whom we hold dear,
In gratitude for Your own Son
In that first Christmas year.

Joyce