I am trying to post these Christmas poems chronologically, but this one—written the year after “Christmas Poem” (see MY POEMS OF CHRISTMAS #2) for another homemade Christmas card—was revised 22 years later for publication.
When all is lost, there is no hope. . .
So when Man fell in sin and fear,
The Lord dropped down the rescue rope
By letting Jesus enter here.
Without this hope—without Christ’s birth—
No “Merry Christmas” would we know,
And not one sinner on the earth
Could join God’s heavenly afterglow.
But many treat His birthday trite,
And honor less the Cross He bore.
They grope about with blinded sight
That He intended to restore.
But there’s no cure for any heart
Except in Jesus’ healing breath,
Which He’s still blowing to impart
His life on all who’ll turn from death.
Within this season’s full routine
May other merriment grow dim
And bow before the Manger Scene,
Behold the Lamb, and worship Him!
— David L. Hatton, 1969 (revised 12/31/1991)
(this is in Poems Between Darkness and Light —
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