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Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


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Christmas Again

Here it is Christmas again, My,how time gets away. It seems like last Christmas, Was just yesterday. All that rushing here and there, Trying to get ahead, Trying to plan the menu, So everyone can be fed. The tree needs decorating, The mistletoe hung in place, There's visions of being far away, But that would be a disgrace. So, I set about the difficult task, Of shopping here and there, With aim of finding the perfect gift, Though my budget's in despair. There's cards to mail, To my list of friends, In hopes they won't be late. Gifts now wrapped,under the tree, Ends torn, cause kids can't wait. I wonder, as I sigh, if the Lord Shakes his head when we celebrate, This most glorious gift in all the world, We seem to under-estimate. It appears when Christmas comes to mind, Santa now holds the rein, We've pushed aside the true meaning, Of why Jesus really came. Peace, love, and good will to all, Is worth more than we can say, For they are worth more than all the gifts, That are opened on Christmas Day. Yes, Christmas again will soon be over, In only a few more days, There's comfort in knowing, We've one whole year, Before it again comes our way. Though rushed and tired we're overcome, By the hustle of the season, Lest, we forget why we celebrate, Jesus is the reason.


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Happy Birthday Jesus

Long ago, one Christmas morn, in a stable a child was born
Innocent, helpless and small
How could we believe He’d someday die to save us all?
On His mother He depended for his every need
How then could we imagine it would be by His blood alone that we’d be freed?
Growing up in a time and place so different from Heaven above
Living and dying here on Earth, what a symbol of His love.

To the cross He lovingly went
Knowing it was for our sins alone that He had been sent
Dragging His cross up to that hill where men were condemned to die
Jesus, our Savior suffered the fate while we were all passed by.

“King of the Jews,” that’s what the sign had read.
Hanging just above His thorn crowned head.
Blood spilled from nail driven hands and feet
As Christ suffered a death most bitter and sweet.

The pain and agony He lovingly endured
To give us the gift of salvation, most blessedly assured.
He never counted the cost of a price that was oh so high
Giving up His last breath so we may never have to die.

Today He walks amongst us, having conquered the grave.
Loving, hoping and waiting for us to accept the gift that He gave
When on that day so long ago He died in our place
Proving the power of God’s most amazing grace.

So this Christmas morning before you race for the tree
Take a moment to thank God for Jesus, for the gift of life eternally.
But don’t stop there, unwrap that gift of salvation today
What better way is there to tell Jesus………Happy Birthday?!


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CHRISTMAS YEAR 0

   CHRISTMAS     YEAR 0

The wind did swirl around me
The snow my vision impaired
The coat and hood were no good
For once I didn't care

The season was the reason
Just a few more days in time
And the Lord Jesus Christ's Birth 
Would once more fill our lives

The year is 2011 
And regardless of what is said
December 25th is the day  
I set above the rest

I know the word Christmas
Has turned into many terms
But the soul that rests within me
Still believes the miracle occurs

What the future holds
When the truth does prevail
Those of us who celebrate His Birth
Will near His Throne remain

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY JESUS

Cile Beer


Details | Narrative | |

Christmas Rebels

Christmas Rebels
It was about a weak
After that night walk
The unknown dangers, 
Made known, turned me weak,
I was managing myself,
After my heart was pulled,
From where it sank,
I was yet in the oven,
Of my haven,
To dry up the coldness,
And the wetness, 
Of that fearful night loneliness,

Today is Christmas,
The whole mass,
Was joyous,
Every home, glorious,
Meat was plenteous, 
Rice and beans.
Was every homes means,
Children bouncing in,
New goat skin jackets,
Mother’s dressed in costly
Beads and all the way,
Father leads.
For Christmas had taking over,
Taking over the African Shrine,
It supplied a joyous sunshine.
Our pockets were full of cowries,
Like a goldmine,
Happiness was mine,
For the usual war seemed 
To be hidden, and our teethes where like, 
“Forever opened”.

Oh! Joyful, blissful, plentiful Christmas.
Providing joy each time it surface, 
But joy has a slender waist that breaks so soon.
Christmas night came, so we visited 
Our beds as night rang it’s bell,

(To be continued in the next, same Poem).


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Christmas Poems For Kids And teenagers: 4 Hours To Christmas

It’s eight, I’m waking up late the aroma of mummy’s fry gives me so much joy to cry It’s nine, admiring my gifts so fine counting the time to display this, I’ve been hoping since may. It’s ten; guess who’s here; Uncle Ben can’t wait for his Biblical stories as the Kitchen scents with currys It’s eleven; I wished for this hour since seven dancing through the city square I’m so happy Life is fair. Hurray! It’s Christmas and I don’t want it to pass so thank you Jesus, for this gift of Love!


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Christmas Poems For Kids And Teenagers II: A Christmas Phone Call

Ring ring I called to Jesus He picked the phone and called my name I have some questions I said go ahead and ask, he said. Why isn’t Christmas celebrated everyday? Why can’t I get presents as often as possible? Why did you choose December for such moment of bliss? He answered with a gentle smile. I have made you the never fading hope the crown which you’ll glory in my presence I’ve filled your heart with Joy and gladness as often as you let me my grace for you is abundant which is renewed every morning and my love for you is endless and never bounded by time and yet you only celebrate me once in a year? Oh lord forgive me- I weep how can I celebrate you everyday? He said- Purify your heart and be clothed with a constantly renewed mind. This is the perfect Gift I seek. Oh Lord my God! my heart is all yours now and forever more. merry Christmas to me…………… merry Christmas to the world.


Details | Didactic | |

The child with a name

It’s fortunate to say
A mother named Mary became
And gave us a child with a name
And all on the earth
Were all to be treated the same
He stood as a stone 
But was broken and torn
Just all the same
	
And some want to forget
And not to relive
Anymore of his pain 
And not any of the blame
Who ask how is it before
You ever were born
You were already giving a name

They cannot believe 
In anyway conceive
That any love you can give
Comes just from a name
Why stay in the dark?
You know just who you are
When in the beginning
The way was lit
For you all, by a star

Not to believe that love
And the promise of it
Comes just from a name 
But still the message is true
That is for all of you
Treat everyone the same

To believe we should not
Will always be why
Many of our children, still cry
And to live and let live
Be happy to give
You won’t even try
 
It is fortunate to say
Mother named Mary became
And is here to remind us
As we all lose our aim
But to remember this day
A woman named Mary became
The one who gave us
The child with a name

written 10-17-13 revised 11/24/14


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CHRISTMAS LIGHTS

    CHRISTMAS LIGHTS
I keep saying Merry Christmas,
Xmas just don't mean it.
Christmas without Santa Claus
is alright by me.
----chorus
Part of your Christmas lights
are Jesus, and you and me.
He's in every Merry Christmas
You'll ever hear from me.


I keep saying Merry Christmas,
Xmas has no feeling.
I keep thinking Santa Claus
Should come another night.
---------chorus
Part of your Christmas lights
are Jesus, and you and me.
He's in every Merry Christmas
You'll ever hear from me.

I'll keem wishing Merry Christmas.
I'll keep hoping Merry Christmas.
I'll keep saying Merry Christmas.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

It is a song, but the lyric is still being worked on and I'll
have it done pretty quick and get it recorded for Christmas 2014. But I will
have my first Demo of it in just a day or two, on my own website, vbdosa dot com
and a video on YOUTUBE.
The best time to Plug a Christmas song is about late March or early April..


Details | Kyrielle | |

The Christmas Stockings

Children far too young to realize 
That  some things in life you should prize
We had no jobs and no takings
Bare were the Christmas stockings

Scrounging colourful material 
Lace, chintz and chiffon ethereal 
Ribbons included in the making
A show for the Christmas stockings

Balls of red and green and scrap yarn
Imaginary faces darn’
On beautiful princess and kings
Displayed in the Christmas stockings

Plywood and some leftover paint
Canopy bed fit for a saint
Pea under mattress, her liking
Endured for the Christmas stockings

A penguin made of black felt
A hobgoblin with a scarlet belt
‘Gold’  jewellery box,  flaking
Accepted for the Christmas stockings

Coconut ice cut into stars
Liquorice plaited into bars
Brownies and tarts kept me baking
Produced for the Christmas stockings

My daughter was five that year
Son’s smiles, laughter brought a tear
After all this time – despite mocking
Treasuring the Christmas stockings

Grandchildren, by the Grace of God
Who, I pray, shall all be well shod
Now, material gathered for the making
Of the future Christmas stockings

***************************************************************


We celebrate the summer solstice over here and the only thing we have in common with our northern hemisphere counterparts is the traditional Christmas stockings. Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas. 










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Christmas In July

It is no wonder why
Oh happy day in July
When I sing of peace and love and joy
I of’t recall the birth of Mary’s baby boy
Born that first Christmas day when angels did proclaim
“O Earth, to you, a savior born; Jesus is His name.”

Oh joyous day in July
When yards turn brown and get too dry
I read again the story Bibles tell
Not like the Christmas advertisers sell
I know a time angels to shepherds came
And sang, “…a savior born; Jesus is His name.”

Oh festive July day
When I take time to pray
I am glad the Christmas spirit still remains
As I lift my voice with sweet angelic refrains
Christmas came years ago from heaven above
God’s gift given; precious Jesus, wrapped with love.


Details | Free verse | |

Christmas Poems For Kids And Teenagers III: All The Way With Jesus

January is here as expected that makes me wary of the new year but Jesus reminds me of His promises Oh, February already! Dad shows the burden he carries but Jesus pats him with His word. Here comes March Mum becomes trouble’s new catch but Jesus creates a way for us to overcome April appears so fast the moving year is becoming real and Jesus convinces us to seek Him first. May, may may desertion by friends is underway Jesus sits besides, never forsaking me. Half a year in June the year is now at noon Jesus asks me never to worry about the night Wonderful July so glorious how time actually flies Jesus Has carried me this far. August, the summer’s border a new season will soon be our guest He’s always the same, every season, every year. The familiar months begin with September difficulties are almost over You see, I told you! Says the Lord It’s October And I’m still under his cover b’cos He loves me more than anyone else. November, the 11th month counting down to the special event yet His goodness is countless and bountiful The grand Finale in December family and friends in the mood of Christmas even though His love Has been shielding us right from January.


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Christmas Poems For Kids And Teenagers VIII: The Christmas Tree

Come to me you little ones, I’m your seasonal Christmas tree Triangular I’ve always been Representing His love, your Hope and your faith Come to me you little ones, I’m your seasonal Christmas tree I share with you so many lights Reminding you to celebrate His glow Come to me you little ones, I’m your seasonal Christmas tree I have a stand, one but strong Cling unto Him to be your Rock. Come to me you little ones, I’m your seasonal Christmas Tree Can you see how green I’ve always been? That’s exactly how he’ll keep you nourished All through the year Come to me you little ones, I’m your seasonal Christmas tree Always looking good in awesome decorations You are not the only one with new robes Yes! B’cos it’s Christmas!


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What If Christmas Never Came

What If… Christmas Never Came??? What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble! We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton 12/05/11


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Christmas Poems For Kids And Teenagers VI: My Family At Christmas

Dad, dad, dad What is making me so glad? Mum, mum, mum I’ll scream till I’m numb Brother oh brother My mood is from the weather Sister oh sister Dancing makes me lighter Aunt, aunt, aunt My new dress, I flaunt Uncle, oh uncle You complete the family circle Me, me, me Long ago……………. Someone has paid my fee With gladness and screaming Shouting and dancing I say merry christmas!


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What If Christmas Never Came


What If… Christmas Never Came??? What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


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HOPE OF THE MAGI

On a dark, mysterious and cloudless night,
A shooting star traces its way from the east.
God’s shining divine messenger glows bright—
Directing the Wise Men’s excursion for peace.

Knowing even God’s folly can only satisfy, 
The Magi choose not to ignore this holy clue.
They set out trailing this light in the sky
With promises of the Prince of Peace in view.

With no gifts fit to endow the sacred family of God,
They bear two symbols of man’s generosity and gold.
Guided by the divine grace above on they trod
With sublime visions of God’s realm to behold.


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Christmas Magic

The chill in the air signals that winter is upon us now,
We begin to see decorations and familiar holly boughs,
Shops fill with treats, something for everyone we love,
Still keeping in mind, this is a celebration for God above.

Our tiny village has the manger scene in the center of town,
The Christmas lights twinkle and the yellow star shines down,
Silent Night and other Christmas carols are the familiar sound,
Children laughing, all the glad tidings and good cheer abound.

Christmas trees are cut and decorated both inside and out,
Santa Claus is surely coming, for that there is little doubt,
Gifts are wrapped and laid underneath the Christmas tree,
Gorgeous foils and velvet ribbons don the gifts for all to see.

In early December, the volunteer fire fighters have a parade,
Christmas is the only time when each street has a barricade,
Once Santa arrives on his red sleigh pulled by his reindeer,
The children run to sit on Santa’s lap, so sweet and quite sincere.

As every day passes the anticipation of Christmas begins to rise,
Stories are told of the birth Christ and the three men so wise,
There is an unspoken balance of religion, tradition and folklore,
Whether caroling or singing in church, it makes our spirits soar.

At one time Christmas meant family, all seated around the table to eat,
But as time passes, loved ones die, now there is many an empty seat.
So new traditions must be made as we evolve holding our ideals intact,
We cherish our time together celebrating Christmas, each year not exact

Its still Christmas magic, that feeling of kindness, giving and love,
Grown from our icons of Christmas, the traditions that fit us like a glove,
While the people may change, the program continues each and every year,
For the celebration of Christ’s birth, in each of our hearts, it remains dear.




Written July 26, 2012
For Gail Doyle's contest
Christmas in July, Christmas Magic






 




Details | Light Poetry | |

Christmas Poems For Kids And Teenagers X: You Know what

You know what daddy got for me? A dress so long and colorful with a father’s note so meaningful You know what mummy got for me? A huge tasty candy so yellow with a promise, I’ll always follow. You know what uncle got for me? A new pair of lovely sneakers with fairy-ropes like whiskers You know what aunty got for me? My favourite Disney figure. Lord! I’m so standing on polished floor. Santaclaus! Santaclaus! He got me a book filled with pictures Love and happiness in abundant mixtures But I’m most loved above all these, b’cos Jesus gave His life for me Such Love is uniquely above all others Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!


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Christmas Poems For Kids And Teenagers IV: Can Anything

Can something be more tempting Than new hot cup cakes? Can candies be as attractive and so loving as chocolates? Can a story be as appealing as the end of Cinderella’s tale? Or as exciting as my friends’ birthday parties? What about as cheerful as Barney and friends? The new dresses, the snow-white the season’s tree and family re-union as warming and perfect as they are it’s still not about them but about Jesus in Christmas Hallelujah! Christ the king is born today.


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For You And Me

It  was  for you and me ,
That Jesus left His throne,
Bore the scourge and agony,
Shivered His flesh and bone,

It was for you and me,
He took the awry tour,
Towards the dreaded Calvary,
Summed His tortured  hours,

It was for you and me,
That Jesus bore the cross,
Paid the greatest penalty,
That death supposed be ours,

It was for you and me,
He wailed the gloomiest cry,
It was for you and me,
Jesus was nailed to die,

Oh, that you and I may see,
Our wickedness beyond measure,
Jesus to set us free,
In our stead bore the torture,

His love mysterious great,
Knocks  the door of all men's heart,
His mighty power recreates,
Renews our lives whole to restart,

It was for you and me,
When on the third day death sufficed,
The savior left His grave,
Victorious he arised,

He rose back to His throne,
Sitting by His Father's side,
Prepare! He's coming soon,
Today is to decide,


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Christ Child

In eternity past, the Father asks the Son to go down.
Having equal Love for humans the "Yes" comes fast.
When Creation leads to time, the world waits for 4 BC
Marking the start of the end of Satan's long rule at last.

Did Satan laugh at the poor setting for Jesus' birth here?
A cry in a cave for animals pierces the night, changing all.
Shepherds worship; later wise kings give precious gifts.
Mary and Joseph marvel, yet Herod's rage soon gives a call.

A call to leave quickly to Egypt where they'll live as refugees.
Sparing the Christ child a merciless death of those under three.
When Herod finally dies, Jesus' parents head back to Israel.
Still not fully safe from mad rule, Nazareth is their destiny.

Here the child will grow to be a man, following His parents rule.
Surprising the Pharisees with His wisdom at 12, at 30 riling them.
Preaching with authority, healing the incurable, loving the humble.
Women weep repenting at his feet; one's healed by touching his hem.

Zacchaeus risks going into a tree and finds Jesus' salvation so free.
Nicodemus comes at night to ask and ends amazed he's met God's Son
The Woman at the Well gets far more vital water than the usual kind.
And many healed can't but tell others of the miracle God has done.

The babe in the manger now stills the storm and his disciples believe
Even seeing the dead arise, like Lazarus in the tomb for four days.
Foretelling a greater rising coming but not before immense suffering.
The sword Mary was told would pierce her heart is soon on its way.

For most religious leaders cannot tolerate Jesus' lack of respect for them.
Calling them whitewashed tombs and pointing pride out to Pharisees.
Not endearing Himself with the establishment, but following God's way.
Knowing soon He'd be betrayed, arrested, tried and tortured brutally.

Still, he calmly feeds them body bread and blood wine in a final feast.
Tells them the Spirit comes, and prays they'd be one like Father and Son.
Heads to the Garden, prays to His Father for another way if possible.
Your will be done ends and the soldiers come and with Judas kiss it's done.

The most pure, innocent Man who's ever lived is now in hostile hands.
A trial by dark without witness or any rights – and off to Pontius Pilate.
Then Herod then back to Pilate whose wife dreamed Jesus was innocent.
But the people's cries to crucify win over – Jesus caught in intrigue's net.

The child of Bethlehem now hung on a Cross between two criminals.
The Light of the World by darkness and our sins is being slowly slain.
Feeling forsaken by God, but then "Into Your hands I commit my spirit."
Reunited and soon to show the world that this Child was no ordinary one.

Risen as Jesus predicted, for how can death conquer everlasting, perfect life?
From childhood to adult not one sin, not once yielding to Satan's temptations.
Proving we can have life eternal if we confess and believe in Jesus as our Savior.
Calling His followers in risen form to await the Spirit and share Christ to the nations


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Little Baby Jesus

The crowded streets are cold
And her bottle's getting dry
She can hear the Baby Jesus
As he's singing in the sky
Cold rain is pouring down
There's winter in the air
People spending money
And there's christmas everywhere

With a bottle for her sickness
And a toast for the healed
A quick prayer for the wounded
On her christmas battlefield
A street light is her holy star
as her christmas make-believe
And a cardboard on the pavement
Is her home for christmas eve

She has no christmas gift
No christmas story she can tell
She's got a basket full of junk
And a body she can sell
Some says she'll never be forgiven
For her dirty kind of trade
But if one can buy forgivness
she already has paid

The sun is always shining 
Down on some folks head 
They never have to starve
Or to beg for daily bread
They give each other gifts
While Baby Jesus cry in vain
As he is begging them  to stop
And help a human in the rain

Men will call her hooker
As their rising appetite
Make them use her body
In their lousy lonely night
It is cold and it is christmas
The whole world is standing still
And since noone else will help her
Let's hope Baby Jesus will...


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What is Christmas Really About

Quickly is coming Christmas day,
Perhaps you ponder with dismay
Amidst the shopping and the shouts,
What is Christmas really about?
 
Is it about reindeer and elves,
The gifts we wish for ourselves?
Is it about wrapping paper and bows,
Stockings stuffed with goodies clear to the toes?

Is it about family, friends, and feast,
The smell of bread baking rising with yeast?
About trees, lights, and cute decorations,
Parties, eggnog, and celebrations?

These commodities make the holiday bright,
But something else is required to make it right;
For Christmas is not about programs and costumes worn,
But about a miraculous baby that was born.

About Mary and Joseph, man and wife,
Who came to Bethlehem pregnant with life.
No room was left for them in the inn,
Shelter was found in a cattle pen.

The time of her delivery would not waiver,
In that stable she experienced labor.
Born into a place smelling of manure,
Christ arrived our salvation to assure.

Nearby shepherds tending flocks by night
Were startled by a glorious light.
Angels while seeking to calm their fear
Came proclaiming this event of cheer.

Told of a birth of a baby boy,
A king, a savior, who would bring joy.
His mission was one of peace,
From our sins to bring release.

Then with haste they went with glee,
Marveled at what they did see;
Found him in a manger yet filled with glory
Then left with excitement to tell his story.

So as we gather this December
May this jingle help us remember,
Christmas is not about dear old Santa Claus
But about the Christ who saves us from our flaws.



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Christmas Poems For Kids And Teenagers VII: Thank You Moods

I’m so happy B’cos I enjoy your love I do not deserve I’m so chosen B’cos I’m part of a royal priesthood I’m so loved B’cos you’ve given unto me a wonderful family I’m so special For you to die just because of me and my friends I’m so confident You’ve prepared a place for me in our father’s house I’m so fulfilled B’cos you’ve proclaimed “this is my beloved child, with whom I am well pleased” I’m so pleased To share to everyone your wondrous love and say “Merry Christmas”


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Christmas Poems For Kids And Teenagers IX: The King Is Here

Joy to the world the king has come The ground his feet set upon becomes holy and mighty Peace to the world his hands make the waters still And his words, calm the wildest storms Hope to the world, death is no more the final boundary The curtain is torn for all and the oppress now have a refuge Love to the world, friends can smile and hold hands Families can dine and merry, We the children can sing and dance, for the King is here with us.


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An Angel

An angel did befriend us, on earth, before one Christmas day.
Some say she was a comet, some say she was a star.
I say she was a gift from God, here to light our way.
She was a thing of beauty that shone across the land.
Leading to a humble manger, found in Bethlehem.

And what could be so important, for her to come our way?
A savior to our lands, and yes, our hearts and souls…
Triumphantly born on Christmas Day.
That day he was born the heavens truly did rejoice.
And she, a glorious light, continued to beacon forth God’s love.

Such an important part, that angel was given on that day.
She was a beacon to our hearts and the gifts of love… 
Guiding the Wise Men and shepherds endlessly along their way.
Thru her we learned lessons, such as: patience, hope, and how to give…
And yes, she led us to the Wondrous Man, who taught us how to live…


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ignorance of the truth is no different than fear

 Jeremiah 10 OH oh christmas tree oh christmas tree how have you lied to thee 


santa claus is a black man jesus is white with blonde hair and blue eyes 
how much longer must we listen to these ridiculous lies???
    God is love God is good God is great 
but i bet you didnt know that God can hate!!(Malachi 1:2-3)
    you say open your heart come to God come to truth 
but did you know your God delights in destroying you?(Deuteronomy 28:63)
   you celebrate christmas and easter as if it were so
but the devil has kept you out of the loop out of the know 
   two calendar months were added to the year 
ignorance of the truth is no different than fear 
   july for julius ceasar and august for augustus ceasar complete this revolution 
but you believe in the pagan traditions with no proof or absolution 
   september was the seventh month 
october was the eighth 
november was the ninth 
december was the tenth 
do you still believe dec 25 was the day jesus was sent?
   the bible says they have eyes but can not see and ears but can not hear (Ezekiel 12:2)
ignorance of the truth is no different than fear 
  you give gifts once a year and celebrate his birth 
he died for all our sins is that all that he is worth?
  you love to nail the law of moses to the cross 
and in doing so youre sending a message saying the message is lost 
  jesus didnt come to abolish the law he came to fulfill them (Matthew 5:17)
but it is the devil in you that is determined to conceal them 

Ezekiel 12:2
"Son of man, you are living among a rebellious people. They have eyes to see but do not see and ears to hear but do not hear, for they are a rebellious people

Deuteronomy 28:63
Just as it pleased the LORD to make you prosper and increase in number, so it will please him to ruin and destroy you. 

Malachi 1:2-3
. “Yet I have loved Jacob 3 but Esau I have hated. I have laid waste his hill country and left his heritage to jackals

Matthew 5:17
Do not think that I have come to abolish the Law or the Prophets; I have not come to abolish them but to fulfill them.


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A Spiritual Christmas Gifts to You

              A jolly old man
  Who makes your wishes come true
            A joy of Christmas
    Brings such special gifts to you
      She waits for him patiently

          Underneath the tree
  Sprinkled with faith and hope too
               My love is a gift
     Two are kindness and giving
       Three is a promise to you

           I give you my heart
        Filled with a decoration
             Now and forever
         A sweet communication
         Near to me or far apart

           Yolaine Armitage
                12/17/11


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The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries

The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries.

Epochs apart, yet,
bound by conscience,

Buddha, 
Jesus,
Moses,
Muhammad,
Ram.

Enduring the whispers of time,
through creeds professed,
sermons preached,
and a million sins confessed.

Though,

the essence,
of these banished revolutionaries,
is ceremonially muted by ritual,
and gleefully crushed under,
grandiose edifices,
that serve Religion Inc.

"And the meek shall inherit the earth",
an incendiary thought,
conveniently discarded,
for the pie in the sky that must be sought.

The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
stings.
stabs,
whispers still,
for us to hear,
through the din of the cacophony of prayer.

Buddha,
Jesus,
Moses,
Muhammad,
Ram.

The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
persists,
each day that we choose,
to shun the meek,
and mouth conscience-salving prayers,

for yet more silver,
and yet more silk.