This Time
All over the land, people scurrying,
spending like crazy, all in a flurry,
debts mounting up, future burdens,
chains that tie, all for Christmas.
Yet! Stop, pause, wait and think.
Remember what this time is about.
It has nothing to do with presents
nor with tables that groan with food.
It is about a very special gift freely given.
It is the birthday of our savior Jesus.
Who was born to save us all.
So rejoyce, let the true spirit in.
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014
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