Christmas Time Is Here
Christmas time is here for giving love,
The sweet sharing of what God taught,
And everything about Christmas points,
To Jesus and His love He brought.
For He Whose Name shall be called Jesus,
Which means salvation for mankind,
He shall save His people from their sins,
He, Prophets of Old longed to find.
The Promised Messiah born lowly,
As the Babe wrapped in swaddling clothes,
With no room or bed in Bethlehem,
While the angels sang God bestows.
A little Babe born in a stable,
A straw filled manger was His bed,
There was no place in the Inn to stay,
Except where cows and oxen fed.
In the midst of animals a "Light,"
From the brightest star shone above,
To first lead the shepherds to the Babe,
And then three wise men came in love.
Just imagine the glow on faces,
Such joy, the awe, the reverence,
Seeing this sweet little Babe Jesus,
The Savior of Deliverance.
The prophesied Holy Child is born,
Whose Name’s called Wonderful for He’s,
The Blessed Redeemer and Son of God,
Jesus Christ Who's "Love" will appease.
Christmas time is here to celebrate,
O Glory to the newborn King,
Christ the Lord, Savior of you and me,
“Happy Birthday,” our “Everything.”
17 November 2006
She held You in her arms,
Ever so close to her heart,
Precious Son of God,
Life in a stable did start.
Stars shone so bright,
Leading Wiseman Your way,
Shepherds harken in the fields,
Of Your birth this day.
Angels sang in the heavens,
Of the dear Savior's birth,
Proclaiming to one and all,
The King was now on earth.
In a manger filled with hay,
God's Child lay sleeping,
People rejoiced throughout the land,
Hearts joyfully weeping.
Oh little Savior small,
A mighty King You will be,
Sacrificing Your all,
For a sinner like me.
I love You Sweet Jesus,
Songs of Praise I will sing,
Angelic bands are gathering,
Throughout the world voices ring.
We honor You my Lord,
On this very special day,
To the heavens we sing,
Dear Jesus, Happy Birthday!
December 10, 2004
Peace At Christmas
It comes in late December
‘Bout this time each year
A story about a Santa Claus
So soon he will be here
Boys and girls are being good
In hopes he will stop by
And bring them gifts and joy
And then off again he'll fly
He's a special kind of person
This old Santa fellow is
He brings a special gift to us
It's not just hers and his
It's a real true joy of believing
Good Will from shore to shore
A belief in God and all mankind
and Peace on Earth forever more.
©Dave Allen Kelly
Was the sound of silence . . .Loud
As the Babe “Jesus” was born
No celebration, no large crowd
On that cold and frosty morn
Shepherds stood near, in awe
Listening as the Wisemen told
Of the great and shining star
Guiding, As a “Miracle” unfold
The Son of God, born in a stable
A Lowly place for a . . . “King”
Why not a “Palace” God was able
He was in control, of everything
This child would carry the weight
Of everyone’s sin, upon His shoulders
Time would come, He’d know His fate
Looking upon scorners, and beholders
Christmas is . . . A time to reflect
To understand, His Holy Birth
Sent from The Father, to direct
The way to Heaven, from this Earth
So as we sing “Oh, Holy Night”
Or “We Three Kings” with Cheer
Lets say a prayer, thanking God
For sending His Son. . . Here
©Judith Johnson Kypta
The Redeemer Is Born
Caesar Augustus sent out a decree,
Prophesy was fulfilled as they came from
Joseph and Mary, her being great with child.
They were obedient, traveling the miles.
The rooms were all taken everyplace they went,
Again prophesy was fulfilled by this great
Her baby was born in a stable out back,
He was wrapped in swaddling clothes, like an old
Away in the distance that clear and starry
Shepherds tending their sheep were brought to
The Lord had sent an angel in a powerful glow,
To bring tidings of joy to the men below.
"Be not afraid, Jesus Christ is born;
The Savior of the world for the lost and
Go ye now and give Praises to the Babe;
The One whom God sent into your life to save."
A multitude of heavenly host with the angel
Giving praise to God, the Most High revered!
Singing peace on earth good will toward all men,
The Redeemer's born who'll relieve people's sin!
He's a Gift from God's Heart, and His Hand,
As it was written, and as it was planned.
From the beginning of time when the earth He
He always knew we'd need a way to be
©Shirley Barr and Melva Warr
(Shy and Siggy)
© 2007 November 30
Old Jack Frost
Old Jack whispers frost across
the window's chilly glass
In patterns spiraling uniquely, beauty BEYOND
Degrees below the freezing zone, the ground is
Pale moon's glow makes diamonds on a snowy
Each year I wait, impatiently, to see this
Can Heaven be more beautiful than "Old Jack's
whisper" can bestow??
The glorious mysteries we see in Nature's
Are but a glimpse at what the Lord provides in
His Heavenly Celebration.
So very much holds me here; where those I love
and need reside,
And yet, sometimes~~~impatiently~~~I yearn for
the "other side".
Enter into this heart of mine, Dear Lord, I
With Grace and Mercy, You provide my every
Let Your Light shine through my eyes, Your Love
may I bestow,
As Old Jack whispers frost across this world
down here below.
Each breath draws me closer, Lord, like the
frost melting off the pane
So patiently~~~I wait for Thee,~~~until You Come
December 8, 2007
A Man So Perfect
A far off star in the night sky beaming,
In a weary world asleep and dreaming,
Lies a new born babe upon a bed,
Of manger hay his Mother spread.
No room for the Savior all have said,
Save a lowly manger to lay his head,
Though a stable his birthplace be,
He is the King all wait to see.
The cattle stand and in silence stare,
And gaze upon the baby there,
His crying hushed by a Mother's smile,
As she cradles her babe, the Holy Child.
Wise men guided by the brightest star,
Travel with treasures from afar,
To lay their gifts at the feet,
Of the Baby Jesus perfect and sweet.
As heavenly Angels gleefully sing,
Glory to the new born King,
The world awakes in an early morn,
As the Son Of God has been born.
He becomes the light of lights, a perfect man,
Preaches his message throughout the land,
Though followers on his words do feed,
Evil men shall have no need.
An evil world cruel and cold,
Does not want to save it's soul,
The love he wants he does not find,
In his quest to save mankind.
Betrayed by friends and forsaken,
Judged that his life be taken,
A head of thorns and a cross to bear,
A simple Jew, no one will care.
He spoke of love, goodwill towards men,
And his words ring out like they did back then,
Believe in him and his words come true,
In Heaven there is a place for you.
A man so perfect, but the world didn't see,
Died for people like you and me,
The birth of Jesus is the only reason,
We should celebrate the Christmas season.
©Richard Netherland Cook
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.
I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.
I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.
NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.
WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.
FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.
THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.
THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.
WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?
I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.
SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.
THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.
THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.
THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
'SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;
I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY! COUNTRY, MY CORPS.'
THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.
I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.
I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.
THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, 'CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE.'
ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
'MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,!
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.'
This poem was written by an unknown Marine.
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