The Retelling
I have been chosen of all on the earth – To be retelling the Christmas story
How Jesus was delivered in His birth – Leaving behind Heaven’s great glory
Born in the manger of Bethlehem’s stable – The king of kings became mortal man
Yes I was chosen when so many were able – To rehearse the greatness of God’s plan
I spoke of the angels and how they told – That Jesus had planned from the beginning
To save His creation from the evil hold – That mocked their God with all their sinning
But first is the telling of how it began – Knowing it would as it should be so right
In the image of God made He a man – Revealing God’s greatness; letting there be light
But Evil is found in the absence of God – Which must be chosen by those with a will
Nor is it viewed as something odd – By Him who said “Know me and be still”
The marvel of God’s wisdom and grace – Is not that He would desire to redeem
Nor that His presence is in this place – Or that living with Him is our dream
It is that Life would die for sinners – Choosing to become a man of flesh
To change the rebellious into winners – Wrapping them in His Holy caress
This story’s beginning is not the end – Nor is the birth the entire telling
For we are the people where He did send – His Holy Spirit for permanent indwelling
Though I could speak for a thousand days – Recalling the measure of His loving hands
I could not cover the countless ways – He uses us to proclaim Him in these lands
Mercy and grace and endless love – Showered on souls who seek evil’s rot
Angels descending bring from above – Love’s message which you are now taught
Unto you is born this day in Bethlehem – Christ the Savior, God’s only Son
Who chose to be the sacrificial lamb – And gain the victory He’s already won
His truth triumphs over sin which fails – And bring many joys and rewards which last
A great house is built with three tiny nails – So I’m retelling what is already past
The Christmas story is not just for then – And though one day all this will be complete
Jesus still dwells in the hearts of men – And the telling again is what we repeat
There is a song which only the redeemed can sing – A song which erupts from the hearts of saints
Of the Creator’s love when winter turns to spring – And of majesty on high which knows no restraints
So this is the honor which I have been given – To retell the Christmas story to you
It is my highest purpose for living – And now that you know, what will you do?
Yes this poem has been long to read – And while there is much more to be said
It won’t matter if you don’t see the need – For God’s only Son to be raised from the dead