That First Christmas Eve Poem by Frances Ayers

Was that first Christmas Eve, a cold bitter night

When our savior came down wrapped as a man

With the weight of the world within his sight

His mighty angels watching over the land

Visitors travelled from a distant place

To see the Saviour with arms so wide

Outstretched to welcome a fallen race

Our sins and faults so often denied

A king, yet humble, who taught us much

Revealed to man his divine plan

Divine and human, with a common touch

A gift for all time spread through the land