Yesterday in ward prayer, Meg shared this poem she had written with us. I loved it and wanted to share it with anyone who wanted to read it. She is an excellent writter. Enjoy!
The Greatest
Gift
By Megan
Wright
Far from home on Christmas Day
And not because I’ve lost my way
I travel here, on foreign shores
To spread a message door to door
A message of the reason why
God’s Holy Son was sent to die
A child, born in a lowly state
So humble, with such a tragic fate
He’d live a life so good and clean
That no common man could have
forseen
That he’d invoke the wrath of
kings
All weary of the truth he brings
And yet his death had been fortold
By every prophet, new and old
But men forgot, for when he came
All other babies born were slain
With hopes that he would be
included
And his short reign on Earth,
concluded
Forgotten, was the joy he brought
Though all their lives they had
been taught
Yet he survived, to grow and teach
In temples he began to preach
Rejected again, but some began
To listen and to understand
The truths he spake were soft and
clear
They showed that man need not fear
“Come drink,” he said, “And thirst
no more.”
And so they did, and their spirits
soared
“Come with me, and be fishers of
men.”
And so a discipleship began
He walked Judea with Apostles
twelve
Missionaries, not unlike myself
He taught them through example
sweet
He blessed them, and he washed
their feet
And with them he did heal the sick
With Priesthood power, not
conjured trick
He caused the lame to walk and
blind to see
He called back the dead and fed
the hungry
His mission was not to conquer and
rule
But to serve his God, to be His
tool
To save the children, though not
from Rome
But from their inability to return
home
To be reunited with their God and
King
And this was why he had to bring
His disciples to Gethsemane
He said, “Sit ye here and watch
with me.”
But one by one, they fell asleep
And as he knelt, our Christ did
weep
“Father, take from me this bitter
cup
Or couldst thou somehow interrupt?
If this dark hour could only pass
If my great burden could be less
vast
But I’ll always be thy faithful
son
So, Abba, let thy will be done.”
And so the Atonement did begin
He felt every pain and every sin
His pores did bleed, from head to
toe
Such suffering we might never know
Because he took our place that
night
So that our burdens may be light
He saved us from an awful fate
From our inborn, “natural man”
traits
He truly was our Savior then
But his suffering had not come to
an end
For one of his disciples twelve
Betrayed Christ, for money for
himself
The soldiers took our Lord away
And despite how many people prayed
That somehow he would be set free
He was sent to Calvary
He was esteemed as not, like
common dross
Whipped, and told to carry his own
cross
His physical strength was pushed
to the brink
Until upon his knees he sank
The soldiers, angered by the pause
Chose another man to carry his
cross
And so they led them to the hill
Where the Redeemer would be killed
Now, because he had bled from
every pore
In that Garden, only hours before
He was filled with pain at the
lightest touch
He felt every blow so very much
So when they nailed his hands and
feet
His suffering was made complete
Yet as he hung above those men
He asked his Father to forgive
them
“Forgive them, for they know not
what they do.”
He meant both Roman and Hebrew
And after he’d given his utmost
Our God and Savior gave up the
ghost
His faithful Apostles, all filled
with gloom
Took his body to Joseph’s tomb
They laid him there, in linens
white
And there he stayed, for two more
nights
But on the morn of the third day
Mary went to where he’d been laid
She saw his body was no longer
there
And her heart was filled with such
despair
That when he came and asked her
why
She had a reason to weep and cry
She did not recognize her Lord
And through her blinding tears
implored
Where had he taken her lifeless
God?
But then she saw him and she was
filled with awe
“Go tell my disciples what thou
hast seen,
that they too will know where I
have been.”
And though Thomas doubted, they
all saw
That Christ had satisfied the law
He had overcome the jaws of death
That we may breathe again after
our last breath
And so even now, men laud his name
So grateful that to this Earth he came
And yet, on Christmas, some do
forget
Why God’s own son, Mary did beget
Why he was born in Bethlehem
Why wisemen sought to bring gifts
to him
And this is why I am abroad
At Christmastime, on foreign sod
To spread a message, the reason
why
God’s Holy Son was sent to die
He died for us that we might live
The greatest gift anyone could
ever give
