Christmas Story
By Peter Compton
Published April 05, 2026
Gentle breezes coming down There you see a baby born In Bethlehem Prince of Peace King of Kings God of Gods Peace, Peace, Peace You might give gifts They won't accept Myrrh, frankincense, gold Jewels worth diamonds Gently kneeling down to Him The new baby King is born
No AI assistance was used in the creation of this poem.