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A Christmas Story of Life

Improvement Era, vol. 30, no. 2, December 1926, p. 189

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A CHRISTMAS STORY OF LIFE 189 "My dear, you remember the story Of a babe found on one Christmas day, Stowed away in a lowly manger, Asleep on a bed made of hay? Well, God loved that beautiful baby, And helped him to live and to grow, And kept him from harm, for the wicked Were wanting to kill him, you know. "And when he had grown up to manhood He obeyed his wise Father's word ; Proclaiming a message of mercy Wherever his teachings were heard. He told of a love everlasting, Bringing joy which nothing else can — The true love of one for another; Joy in dying for a fellowman." And was he a great soldier, Grandma, Like Daddy, who fought overseas? Did he die for his flag and his country. 'Mid battle and want and disease? Did he go, when his loved country called him. Leaving his family and friends, And give his young life for the colors Which every true hero defends?" "No; Christ did not fight for his country, He carried no weapon of war: He died to secure a salvation For all of mankind, near and far. Through him all are closely united, Each nation and kindred and tongue; All striving and struggling homeward To receive the great Master's, 'Well done'." 'Then why do men murder each other. And slay, g'orious victories to win? Why will bro'her wage war against bro her. And harbor contention and sin?" Tis because men are only weak mortals. With the lesson of patience unlearned; Too selfish to see their own errors, Their hearts to unrighteousness turned. "When all learn the lesson of mercy, With the true 'Golden Rule' as their guide. Then nation will clasp hand with nation. And go through this life side by side. Then judges will rule with true justice, The strife and the turmoil will cease; Then love will prevail unrestricted. And throughout the world will be peace. "But run on to bed now, my darling; Sweet dreams be your guide through the night. 'Till the bright Christmas dawns on the morrow — The birthday of Jesus, the Light. The bells will ring out the glad message, So old yet so new, once again — 'Glory to God in the highest! On earth peace and good will toward men." Fa'rvieu-. Utah. MRS. ALICE HOUSKEEPER