Christmas Thoughts Let us put Christ back in Christmas, shall we?Shine with His love for all the world to see.We’ll be the beacons of light and joy,Bring good wishes instead of a toy. Brighten the season with inner glow,Strong enough that it will surely showOur belief in the Lord and His loveShining on us from heaven above. Put away the tinsel, silver trim,Red ribbon and lights that don’t dim.Pray for peace all over our big earth,And wait, for the day or our Lord’s birth. Dedicate our time to gentle ways,Praising the Lord Christ all of our days.We’ll speak of miracles, large and small,People blessed who answered the Lord’s call Working with the homeless and the lost,Ignoring cold and personal cost.Praise Him daily in jubilant song.Offer Him our thanks all the day long. We’ll be the beacons of light and joy,Carrying His love instead of a toy,Shine with Christ’s love for you and for me.Let us put Christ back in Christmas, shall we
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Christmas Letter
Miracle of birth, one special night
Every knee bent down; eyes shone so bright
Rejoiced as glorious angels sang out
Restful repose enveloped all about
Yearnings fulfilled with the Savior’s birth
Counselor child; marvelous, wondrous worth
Hark, ye citizens, to news of great joy
Rewards to come, thanks to this baby boy
Invoke God’s love, through the Christmas story
Shout of salvation, reachable glory
Treasures at hand, and blessings awaited
Magical, mystical, event fated
Amazement, revelation, and delight
Savior, Counselor, miraculous sight
The Meaning of Christmas
the angels sang a lullaby
the night that Christ was born
in chorus of sweet harmony
they sang upon that morn
the Magi came from far and wide
to worship at His feet
they knelt and prayed right by His side
and vowed of Him to speak
the shepherds gasped in awe and fear
for Christ had come that day
to bring a message all must hear
before they fall astray
a star shone bright up in the sky
above His tiny head
and peace to all it seemed to cry
while He slept snug in bed
and so, dear friends, let us all fall
upon our knees and pray
for we must answer Christ’s call
rejoice in Him today
Holy Time
there is only here and nowand the once was and the soon to bethe should be, the could be, the might bejoined together, past, present, and futureblending into seamless timebeginning at the beginningstretching off into the eternitymarching in a straight linefrom time before all records were keptpointing to time unknown dropped in, snuggled in, squeezed inhuman beings alter the universeirrevocablyjumping barriersleaping across boundariesin pursuit of dreamsquests for an unholy grailchasing illusive butterflies of chancethat change predetermined destiniesaltering time forevermore some keeping meticulous trackof minutesdaysmonthsyears while others intentionally forget the doneglossing over the finishedas if brushing off fliesfor by shedding the pastthe future liesuntarnishedunblemished shining bright as the star that ledthe Magi to Bethlehemin search ofthe One who would bethe only here and now
Your Reply, Please
If I knock on your door,
a total stranger,
and when you see my old-lady face,
will you offer me a cool drink
and a simple slice of bread?
Or
will you cringe in darkness,
terrified of what my visit
might mean to the safety of your family?
If, when going down a steep flight of stairs,
I trip before you and
tumble over and over until
I am a jumbled heap of bones,
will you stop and offer care
like the Good Samaritan?
Or
will you step over me as if I
do not exist and
continue your journey to the
Neverland of your office?
If I appear before you as a tiny child
with huge eyes, tears streaking my cheeks,
hands openly imploring,
will you turn away without first
digging in your pocket for that
handful of change that constantly rests
in the folds of the fabric?
Or
will you bend down on one knee,
look me in the eye and ask
what you can do to offer relief?
If I am ill and dying, a frail old woman
with nothing to offer but my stories,
will you stay a while and listen
without checking your watch every few minutes,
wondering when the ol’ windbag will
cease to breathe?
Or
will you come every day to be by my side,
offering consolation and comfort
until my dying day?
If God appeared attired in majestic robes
and called your name,
would you leap up with exultation
and shout, “Here I am, Lord.”
Or
would you run away in fear,
hiding your face from God’s tender eyes,
knowing all the sins you harbor inside
for ignoring your fellows when
they needed you most?
Now is the time for action.
Now is the time to open your eyes
and truly see what wondrous
opportunities God has given us
to help one another reach the golden path,
together,
arm in arm,
step by step,
as we strive toward the heavens,
to live forever basking
in the glory of God.
If I call your name,
Will you answer?
Buffalo Dreams
Visions of a long ago past
keep clouding my brain,
carrying me back in time
when herds of shaggy buffalo
roamed the verdant plains,
grazing peacefully on the lush
grasses and thinking of little
except taking the next bite.
Nomadic tribes followed the
mighty herds, giving praise
to their gods for the wonders
of sustenance freely given.
Every sinew, every shard of bone,
every inch of hide valuable gems
for improving the quality of life.
Brave warriors, dressed in hides
and lathered in specially-made
potions encircle the unmindful
beasts, seeking those best suited
for the entire tribe’s needs.
Never taking more than would be
consumed, never wasting gifts
for the sake of one small part,
and always thanking the beast’s soul,
for dying so that others may live.
Traditions broken by the arrival
of ungrateful hunters who willingly
destroyed the herds to line their small
pockets with precious gold coins,
in their wake leaving only the
footprints of times long past.
Blessed Firelight
The fire crackles,
tongues of flame reaching
high into the night sky,
reaching to capture the
essence of the One who
feeds all flames.
Sparks whirl, grasping,
leaping for joy, celebrating
a temporary life lived in
fullness. Rejoicing, dancing,
sprinkling the darkness
with pinpoints of light.
Flickering flames bathe
the woods nearby, casting
eerie glows on low-reaching
fir trees; on fallen logs whose
souls have flown and rest
now in peace.
Horned owls hoot in syncopated
harmonies joined by a distant
pack of coyotes whose yips rise
and fall with unequaled grace.
A fir branch snaps, splitting the
song’s joyful tunes.
The night has a bite, a sharpness
that penetrates the inner core,
threatens to steal warmth,
warded off by a rising taper of
sparks, resurrecting feeble souls
who yearn for life.
Serenity beckons, calling the flames
to calm, to settle, to dwindle
until only a feeble light survives,
burning into perpetuity,
fueled by the eternal love
of One who feeds all flames.
Winds of Time
winds blow me away
to a land where
peace prospers
respect rules
equality exists
carry me far, far from here
to someplace new
wonders wait
marvels multiply
magic mystifies
above the blossoming clouds
freer than feathery friends
bouncing bravely
viewing vistas
amazingly awed
allow me to soar on breezes
free-wheelin’
experience ecstasy
senses stretched
eyes enlightened
I await the revelation
the days of glory revealed
whispery winds
far-flung journeys
colossal clouds
wonders whisper
awe-struck ageless
eyes envision
a land where
winds will blow me away
Testimony
Ladies and Gentlemen,
I’m here to testify.
“Amen,” you say, “Amen.”
I cross my hands and cry
The Lord, our God, is here
I see Him in your eyes
with a fire hot to sear
and drown out all your cries
He loves us, don’t you know
He calls us to follow
His straight path and to grow
in love. He brings a glow
a radiant glow of love
so pure, so strong, so fine
that we look up above
and are blind by His shine
but don’t worry, my friends
for we can easily
cross over, make amends,
climb the heights, dizzily
basking in His wondrous
gift of spiritual life
spreading a bounteous
blessing to man and wife
children, bow down, I pray
I place my hands and sing
calling His love your way
and the joys He will bring
Halleluiah, Amen
Halleluiah, my friend
Halleluiah, again
Halleluiah, the end.
Salvation
Witness
As I stumble my way
Toward everlasting salvation
Tripping over my faults
I search for the golden path,
Elusive, as always.
Sometimes the path lies ahead
Shining like the sun
With God at the head
Beckoning me home
I feel His impact
A rosy glow inside
I rejoice
Through my own admission
The patch fills with holes,
Boulders that turn into mountains
Seemingly insurmountable
With my feeble
Human skills
I reach for God.
He’s there, but distant
Or so I think
My march continues,
One day after another
Always, always reaching
For His hands
For home
For my heavenly reward
Salvation
Witness