Poem December 19, 1931 Issue

Christian Healing

ROBERT ELLIS KEY

Joy hath come to us to-night
Though the midnight hour is chiming,
For the Bethlehem star is shining,
And our harvest fields are white.

Joy hath come this Christmas morn;
Hear, the bells of praise are ringing!
Hear the angel voices singing,
"Unto us a child is born."

"Unto us a son is given,"
Precious babe of Christian healing,
Bringing us a sweet revealing,
Promise of the realm of heaven.

Come to us this Christmas Day;
In the light of revelation,
Let the power of demonstration,
Healing, raising, point the Way.

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