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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 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.


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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..


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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






 




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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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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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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

Granddaughters, by the Grace of God
They look like two peas in a pod
Material gathered for the making
Of this year’s two Christmas stockings

Sponsor:	CYNDI MACMILLAN
Contest Name:	SEASON OF LIGHTS, DELIGHTS & ENLIGHTENMENT: OUR GLOBAL 
COMMUNITY |
"This is such a charming kyrielle. I can easily see this as a children’s book, complete with illustrations (Su, I’m serious. Consider it! “Toy” ;-) with the idea...) There is such a seamless movement between past and present. The flow has grace and style. Congratulations on this win... such an enjoyable grin maker your penned!" ~ Cyndi

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. 











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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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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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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…


Details | I do not know? | |

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.


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November

NOVEMBER


New fallen snow – winter's first
Over the river and through the woods
Very soon, we'll celebrate Thanksgiving
Everyone anticipates turkey and apple pie
Mom's already baking Christmas cookies
Better make out your Christmas list
Enjoy making winters first snow village
Remember to thank  God for all His Blessings


	Curtis Moorman
	1 September 2011


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Midnight at Blackfriars

Midnight at Blackfriars 
  
The city spires are hidden, 
It’s getting colder fast, 
It feels as though we might have 
Some snow this month at last. 
The wind sweeps keenly through St. Giles(1) 
The hour is getting late. 
Fleeting forms across the scene, 
Are making for the gate. 
  
December is upon us, 
The year is wearing thin, 
Parishioners from town and gown 
Now are gathering in.  
Rosy cheeks are shining, 
There’s a spirit of good will, 
We’re coming in for Midnight Mass 
The Christmas Eve Vigil. 
  
Forgotten is the riot  
Of Saint Scholastic’s Day,(2) 
To celebrate the Savior’s birth, 
We worship now and pray. 
Conjoining with the acolytes 
Dressed in cassock’s white, 
We’re caroling together, 
Upon the holy night. 
  
A gallant in best evening wear, 
Bow tie and cummerbund, 
And a high-heeled damsel on his arm, 
Is down from Summertown. 
A staff nurse from the Radcliffe,(3)  
Whose shift was at an end, 
Was seated close beside them 
Clutching at her friend. 
  
There the widow all in black, 
Who cleans the votive stands, 
Holds her missal open 
With stubby fingered hands. 
She blends with the congregants, 
Ignoring the celebs,  
And is back up for the service 
From somewhere in St. Ebbs.(4) 
  
A student in thick sweaters 
And ragged scarf of grey 
Is seated on the furthest aisle 
Hair all in disarray. 
Across the nave the prayer chairs, 
Range back in their rows, 
Filling up with congregants 
In coats and gloves and throws. 
  
In from the rear the friars process 
With candles all aglow, 
Up the side aisle to the chancel, 
Caroling as they go. 
Above their heads upon the walls 
Are stations of the cross, 
Reminders set in stark relief 
Of this night’s final cost. 
  
We see the prior in chasuble 
For the apse proceeding, 
To celebrate communion 
And give the sacred reading. 
The greatest story ever told 
Unfolds with familiar ring 
Filling our hearts with the promise 
Of Christ the new born king. 
  
Then with the service over, 
We make for the hall below, 
Where cocoa and mince pies and sherry 
Are served before we go.  
Outside the snow is dusting  
The chained bikes in the Fair, 
Contented now we homeward fade 
Through the Christmas air. 


(1)Saint Giles Fair - Convergence of the Banbury and Woodstock Roads in Oxford extending south the Magdalen Street by Martyrs Memorial.

(2) The St Scholastica Day riot of 10 February 1355

(3) Radcliffe Infirmary - The first Oxford Hospital 

(4) St Ebbes is a district of central Oxford, England,


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My Greatest Wish This Christmas

My greatest wish this Christmas 
Is not for falling snow, 
Millions of shining lights, 
Or even Mistletoe. 
My greatest wish this Christmas 
Is Christ’s love for you; 
The greatest Christmas gift, 
Your life, Christ to renew. 
  
My greatest wish this Christmas 
Is that you’ll ask Him into your heart, 
Don’t just read about him, 
But find His power to impart. 
That you’ll be filled with love, 
Peace and joy from on high. 
My greatest wish this Christmas 
Is that on our Lord, you’ll rely.  
  
My greatest wish this Christmas 
Is that He’ll set you free 
From anything that binds you— 
His freedom’s wonderful, you’ll agree. 
It’s the greatest gift of Christmas 
That any soul can seek; 
For no earthly gifts, 
Surpass that babe so meek. 
   
My greatest wish this Christmas 
Is that you’ll seek His face 
You will live forever more, 
Because His love you embrace. 
My greatest wish this Christmas 
Is that He makes you white, 
Not because it’s snowing, 
But with righteousness so bright. 
My greatest wish this Christmas 
Is to be with you in heaven— 
Neighbors in the new earth, 
Because to Him, your heart is given. 

Maureen LeFanue


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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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Why Is Christ Taken Out Of Christmas


Christmas is the only holiday we often don’t call by name. We often forget about the true reason that Christ came. It’s the only holiday that we often call “a holiday.” It’s true meaning, is often, taken away! It’s more than the tree and all of the glittering lights… It’s time to think about the Bethlehem star so bright! It’s more than going shopping at the malls… More than, “Jingle Bells,” or “Deck the Halls!” It’s more than seeing how many people we can buy for. Or that clearance sale, you’re willing “to die for!” It’s more than buying the “newest in entertainment.” Or receiving a gift that may “cause an embarrassment.” Beyond all of the presents and all we truly believe in. Let’s all come to Christ Jesus and receive him! Let’s think about his birth, and his death on the cross! Without HIM… The true meaning of Christmas is lost! He brings the hope, joy and cheer that’s needed! Won’t you listen to his voice? That often goes unheeded? Christ is what’s important! And shouldn’t be left out! He’s what matters! And is what Christmas is all about! Let’s be joyful! It was for all of us that he came! And take this time to bring honor and glory to his name! By Jim Pemberton


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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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All Over the World At Christmas

“10 When they saw the star, they were overjoyed. 11 On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. 12 And having been warned in a dream not to go back to Herod, they returned to their country by another route.” Matt 2:10-12 NIV All Over the World At Christmas Gifts are exchanged. Some boxes are filled with luxuries; Usually small and for most outranged. They are wrapped in pretty paper, With decorative bows and ornaments; Placed at the base of Christmas trees, Laden with decorations of adornment. These gifts are merely tokens Of our love for relatives and friends; Chosen hopefully with much care— Happiness to potentially send. This tradition came from Bethlehem, So many, many years ago, When three wise men worshiped Jesus; Precious gifts the Christ-child to bestow. When we make God part of the giving, And acknowledge His great gift to us. We give praise to Him for the Christ-child— His gift of love so bounteous. God’s love is the greatest gift That we can ever receive. Let’s sing to Him Christmas carols of praise— A small token of thanks to conceive. All Over the World At Christmas The atmosphere’s filled with good cheer. Merrymaking and joy abound— Peace on earth’s spoken everywhere. Folk go to church to celebrate And sing praises to the Lord above; Show their appreciation of others, With gifts exchanged through God’s love. © Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com


Details | I do not know? | |

Upon this Christmas Day

He sleeps there in a stable
The babe born to the world
Both mother, father watch with care

Though swaddled in a cloth
He is born, yet, to be king
With but just rags for Him to wear

This special morning
The sun now shines bright
From stars there in the Heavens
To the rise of morning light
The world now is much brighter
As angels, too, now play
There’s hope and happiness to share
Upon this Christmas Day

For within the early morning
Angels brought the sky a voice
Calling forth those who wish to hear

Along then, came all others
Knowing truth within their hearts
That all now have nothing to fear

This special morning
The sun now shines bright
From stars there in the Heavens
To the rise of morning light
The world now is much brighter
As angels, too, now play
There’s hope and happiness to share
Upon this Christmas Day

Go forth and tell all others
Who had no chance to hear
The news of hope and of the joy

Let them know the Gift of God
That comes to save us all
His son sent as this little boy

This special morning
The sun now shines bright
From stars there in the Heavens
To the rise of morning light
The world now is much brighter
As angels, too, now play
There’s hope and happiness to share
Upon this Christmas Day


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jingle bells

 
 I feel Christmas magic
When i walk down city streets
Jingle bell rock has me rocking to the beat
The aroma of roasted chestnuts  fill the chilly air
And Christmas carols being sung everywhere

Shoppers  bustle to find that special gift
To give that special someone  a joyful lift
Parties where eggnog is the  cheerful  treat
Christmas bells ringing as people warmly greet

A spirit of love and peace spreading all around
And  jolly St. Nick is on his way  to town
Angelic choirs praise and sing
Giving glory to the King of Kings


 


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He Brought Us Music

Many times when I would here a song, I would get an almost joyful longing, but I could never pinpoint the moment in my past that I wished for so deeply.

I would feel a certain peaceful joy, hovering just beyond my reach.

And as I stared into it, tears would form and I would see flashing images; my grandmothers living room, and a blue lit Christmas tree blending into way word grass stems in lines across a paddle boat on Louis Marse Park.

I would see the stained church window panes of Redeemer’s sanctuary glimmering to the Christmas Eve Chorus refrains of Angels we have heard on high, as I sat sweating nervously in my white acolyte robe waiting for the Gospel intermission.

My brother and I traded Spider Man stories as we waited for Christmas morning.

What moment of longing was that song?

At the edge of his blessed bosom I anticipate with tearful revelation the Nexus of Joy, sorrow, love, laughter, peace, and power that it is to fully know him.

Some songs sing the joyful chorus of praise at the wedding ceremony.
Some ring the convicting agony of Calvary,
Some the sorrow of watching blessed children at the edge of hell’s gates, committing spiritual suicide for the ephemeral placebo of worldly pleasure.

Small spoonfuls of grace shower me as I swim in the liberty of some man’s genius to submit to the omniscient spirit of God and let him rework creation in the euphonious collaboration of notes, measures, and meter.

All of it something, but with a spoonful measure of grace, I’m moved to tears.

With a spoonful of grace a man made cinema I saw comes out to greet me, and a scene unfolds as a west side Einstein philosophizes on relativity.

Who sees him?
God saves him.
A spoonful measure of grace and in Christ’s embrace I see him, the world forsakes him but Christ,

A spoonful measure of grace is just enough for joy and untamed laughter abounds lost in showers of notes, measures, and meter weeping from his touch.

Lord Christ thank you for bagpipes, for congos, bongos, Saxaphones, Beethoven, Coltraine, Fred Hammond, Ella Fitzgerald, Mahalia, Andre, Stevie Wonder, and the sound of my daughter’s dada as an accompanying narrative to your song of my deliverance.

You, all those years of longing, it was you I dreamt of.  It was you I longed to see.  It was your love I felt.  Hear bells ring, Hark the Herald angels sing.
Glory to the new born king.
And too, he brought us music with which to praise him.


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The True Meaning of Christmas


The True Meaning of Christmas! During this Christmas, let’s celebrate Christ’ birth. It was for all of us that he came down to earth. As we think about Bethlehem and the baby boy… We shout glad tidings to all! And peace and joy! This young child was to one day touch all of mankind. His message of salvation… Today… You can find! As we celebrate and fill up with holiday cheer… This same Jesus is alive today… And is always here! Though 2000 years ago, he was born in a manger... You can know him NOW! He doesn’t have to be a “stranger.” Won’t you spend some time and reflect on Christmas’ true meaning? It’s in the merciful arms of Jesus that you need to be leaning! The good news of Christmas can certainly be found… Across this nation. Every city… And town! This same Christ can bring peace to your life today! He loves you much more than words can say! May HIS love bring peace and healing to your weary soul… It’s only in him, that you can be complete and whole!!! By Jim Pemberton


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A Star Out of Jacob

italics 
A Star Came Out of Jacob And shone above the babe of promise. It led the Magi and shepherds To heaven’s servant of great purpose. Due to pride and envy The priests and rabbis ignored God’s child. He was found by the ‘uncircumcized’ and humble shepherds, As he lay sleeping meek and mild. Cradled in a humble manger By uneducated peasants; God chose the unexpected To be his child’s parents. This child was born to Jacob’s descendants, But they rejected him from birth Puffed up with their own pride and importance! This child was worshiped by strangers, Who had received a dream. Led by God’s star and his Spirit, They discovered heaven’s glory beam. The Magi were among the first To welcome the Redeemer from on high; Lay gifts at his feet; God’s leading not deny. A Star Out of Jacob Was God’s sign to mankind, But few had read the prophesies, Or searched the scriptures to find. We give gifts at Christmas Because the Magi gave gifts of honor. The Star Out of Jacob Was worshiped by Gentiles of favor. A Star Out of Jacob Revealed the Prince of Peace. It took the ‘uncircumcized’ and uneducated This great mystery to release. Such was the Savior’s reception, When he was born in a simple manger. His own people knew him not; To them a total stranger. The Star composed of angels Shone so bright into the night. It revealed heaven’s child to those, Who in his birth took great delight! This Star Out of Jacob Brought a message of love from heaven, “Celebrate the Savior’s birth, for unto you the promise of eternity's given!” © Copyright 2013 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com


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The Christmas Message

THE CHRISTMAS MESSAGE
Dr. James E. Martin
©November, 2012

Christmas is once again drawing near,
That season of joy and holiday cheer.
Those favorite carols are now being heard,
There’s now within most a festive word.

As we hit the stores and roam the malls,
Are we joyous as should be with all that befalls?
Is our focus and demeanor as it should be?
Do others in us, “Christmas” see?

Has the reason for the season into obscurity passed?
On our list of importance, is it now listed last?
There’s growing sentiment now in this world
For everything Christian into oblivion to be hurled.

Dare we “Merry Christmas” continue to shout?
Do we remind others what Christmas is about?
As we enter into this most wonderful time of year
Let others continue the real message to hear.

In remembering a birth there’s nothing amiss,
Since this is one that none should dismiss.
The Savior, the only begotten of god
Into this world of depravity has trod.

Born that man could from sin be free,
Is a message much larger than the Christmas tree.
Freely He came – His blood He shed
That man might be freed from the eternally dead.

The message is simple, yet amazingly profound.
From the lips of all this message should sound.
Christmas is more than presents under the tree,
Will Christmas in each, others really see? 


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Where Is Christ In Christmas


I heard the bells on Christmas day
But there were no choirs singing
Alas the music that I heard
Were the sounds of registers ringing
The Wise men came to honor the babe
Whose birth had been foretold
But now we line up at four A.M.
To snatch TV’s before they’re sold!

When I was young there was a creche`
In the middle of the square
Now it is forbidden
Only Santa now is there
We can’t say “Merry Christmas”
It’s not politically correct
Only “Happy Holidays”
This I can’t accept!

How lonely Christ must feel
To be forgotten in this way
The Mall is not a chapel
Where we should kneel and pray
Remember, Jesus is the reason
We should celebrate this day
O come all ye faithful
On this holy Christmas morn
Let our voices ring out loud and clear
Alleluia, Alleluia, Jesus Christ is born

Copyright 2009 Beatrice Boyle (For Destroyers contest  Best Holiday Poem)
(All rights reserved)


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Christmas by the Sea

CHRISTMAS BY THE SEA


I've spent Christmas in the mountains
And in the city with flowing fountains
But the best Christmas by far for me
Was when I spent Christmas by the sea

I looked at the water of azure blue
And felt serenity through and through
The whisper of the waves upon the shore
Sent thoughts of joy to every pore

I remembered the times of Christmas past
The memories that will always last
When we would rise on Christmas morn
And read of the day when  Christ was born

The child who in a manger lay
The Christ Child born to show the way
To salvation free for you and me
These things I ponder here by the sea

I raise my hands to God above
I thank Him for his boundless love
A love so great, He sent His Son
We'll live with Him when life is done

So if you have an opportunity
To spend a Christmas by the sea
Listen to the sound of the ceaseless waves
And think of the Christ Child who came to save

Gaze at the beauty of the ocean blue
And feel the love He had for you
If you do, perhaps you'll see
Why I love Christmas by the sea


	Curtis Moorman
	1 September 2011

	Inspired by my 8 year old grandson


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Happy Holidays Or Merry Christmas

What if Christmas wasn't here? What if Christmas disappeared? Whenever December came... It just wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? The true meaning of Christmas would be in danger! If this happened... There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t have Christ' peace and tranquility! 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.” For fear 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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What If Christmas Never Came


 UNSUPPORTED CODE 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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God Gave in Order to Save


It is Christmas time, for what do I wish;
For what hope or dream does my soul anguish?
Is something from my list under the tree;
Something chosen especially for me? 

I wonder what good things we’ll have to eat.
Apple cake with walnuts would be a treat.
Some peanut brittle or chocolate fudge,
In pecan pie with whip cream I’ll indulge.

I’ll hope to have my family gathered around
Opening gifts making a paper mound.
We’ll take a drive, enjoy tinsel and lights,
Make memories as we gaze on the sights.

Yet midst the holiday laughter and cheer
There are lonely masses living in fear.
Poor, worried, abused, tired, haggard, and spent
In search of cash to buy food and pay rent.

Where is hope for these lives torn and shattered;
Who live each day, depressed, weak, and scattered?
Perhaps abused by those proud and greedy,
Who use their labor yet leave them needy.

God promises good things to these oppressed,
His merciful love will not be suppressed.
The wealth of the rich will be adjusted,
God’s balancing justice can be trusted.

Others are trapped in our sin sick culture
Where dark sadness hovers like a vulture.
Guilty of trespassing, hence they must pay.
With so large a debt they wilt in dismay.

Is there hope for these who have misbehaved?
Is there any way their souls can be saved?
Is help on the way? Then let’s hear the story!
Tell me please, is there a word from glory?

Yes, to these lost, broken, sinful forgotten,
God sent his son, His only begotten.
From the crib to the cross his life he gave,
All our mistakes and failures He forgave.

We need not perish in this world of strife,
But with faith in Jesus have eternal life.
God sent His Son, the world not to condemn.
It’s Christmas, may the world be saved through Him.


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Joys from Heavens

The time of year when the joys 
Rain down form Heavens
When the families get together, 
When the children look up in  hope
Santa’s fill surprise in the socks at night
When the snowman appears in gardens
There comes a the giggles and chants
Colored balls in trees and stars shining
Exchanges of greetings nights of prayers
We gather to celebrate the coming of Joy
Night to celebrate the Holy Jesus
Night to celebrate new Life, for its
The time of year when joys 
Rain down from Heaven…


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What If Christmas Disappeared


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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The Spirit of Christmas

The spirit of Christmas
Comes and goes each year.
The decorations and music
Delight the eyes and delicate ears.
Unselfish giving with great joy
Shows we have the Christmas cheer.
Mother’s bake up a treat—
Their loved ones to endear.

“Peace upon earth and goodwill to men”
Is on the lips of all we meet;
Both where the snow is falling
And in the busy stores where gifts entreat.
The spirit of Christmas cannot be found
In pretty lights or tinsel on a tree,
But in the joy of a humble manger,
Where our Lord was born a baby.

The spirit of Christmas
Began with the three wise men from the East,
Bearing costly gifts for a king—
There was no banquet or feast.
They worshipped the new born baby;
The Star of Bethlehem showed them the way;
Few understood its silent night words;
The Christ-child’s birth to display.

The spirit of Christmas is in generous giving,
Just as God gave us His only son;
A sacrificial gift from the heart
For a world requiring pardon.
Let’s celebrate this Christmas season
With God’s love, joy and peace;
By remembering the needy;
The true spirit of Christmas release!

Maureen LeFanue


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A Starry Night

It seemed like such an ordinary night,
But the sky was aglow with a heavenly light.
The star lingered near Bethlehem, a small town,
Its golden beams shining down.

A man and woman sought shelter for the night,
As the star shown ever more bright.
Her face was radiant as though she was crowned,
The Savior from Heaven was about to come down.

He who possessed such wondrous might,
Would arrive on that quiet, starry night.
And no one to worship would be found,
Except a few shepherds asleep on the ground.

They were awakened by the angel so bright,
Whose hearts were startled by such a sight.
“Go,” said the angel, “Into the town,”
“And there the Savior will be found.”

The shepherds wondered could this possibly be right,
But, how else could they explain their terrible fright?
They journeyed along the hard stony ground,
And a tiny Babe in a manger is what they found.

They rejoiced so at the magnificent sight,
As they returned to their folds in the darkness of night.
But, as they were homeward bound,
They told the story to all they found.

You too may come and worship Him tonight,
Jesus, the One who came to bring God’s precious Light.


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Christmas Mass

      CHRISTMAS MASS
Dear holy child, I celebrate your birth,
and wonder at the bright and shining star,
that leads to all the joy and peace on earth
we all look for, and it is where you are.

Yes I will light a candle in your name
on Christmas morning, when I'm all alone,
and say a prayer into the burning flame
to thank you for the gift too few have known.

You are my bright and shining star, you know,
throughout my life, in everything I do,
The gift of love is all I have,and so,
I wrap my love in candlelight for you,
Amen...
       ©  ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa


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Christmas Gifts

I have an idea for a christmas gift
Do what we do, it may give you a lift
I have never celebrated Christmas in all of my life
People will respect you, they will give you no strife
Explain the the giving of Christmas gifts
Is not for the birth of Christ thats merely a myth
Jesus we know was thirty three and a half when he died
That means he can't have been born in December if he tried
We know he died at Easter time,it is recorded and celebrated for all of time
Knock 33 and 1/2 from march or April depending
You'll find Jesus was born in October- no pretending
His birth was not recoreded it was his death that was the important date
So forget Christmas presents and give love as a gift before it  is to late.


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Why Do We Take Christ Out of Christmas

Why Do We Take Christ Out of Christmas? Christmas is the only holiday we often don’t call by name. We often forget about the true reason that Christ came. It’s the only holiday that we often call “a holiday.” It’s true meaning, is often, taken away! It’s more than the tree and all of the glittering lights… It’s time to think about the Bethlehem star so bright! It’s more than going shopping at the malls… More than, “Jingle Bells,” or “Deck the Halls!” It’s more than seeing how many people we can buy for. Or that clearance sale, you’re willing “to die for!” It’s more than buying the “newest in entertainment.” Or receiving a gift that may “cause an embarrassment.” Beyond all of the presents and all we truly believe in. Let’s all come to Christ Jesus and receive him! Let’s think about his birth, and his death on the cross! Without HIM… The true meaning of Christmas is lost! He brings the hope, joy and cheer that’s needed! Won’t you listen to his voice? That often goes unheeded? Christ is what’s important! And shouldn’t be left out! He’s what matters! And is what Christmas is all about! Let’s be joyful! It was for all of us that he came! And take this time to bring honor and glory to his name! By Jim Pemberton


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My Name

My name may not be special, and it may be very plain,
It may be John or Mary, it may be Mike or Jane.
But I know a name that’s sweeter than any name on earth,
And this is that great season we celebrate His birth.
One day a special angel named Gabriel came to say
Unto a virgin woman, “You’ll have a son some day,
And you will call Him Jesus, for He will come this way
To save all of His people from sin and sad dismay.”
That night there in a stable this precious child was born,
And now we celebrate it on every Christmas morn.
His name is far more precious than any name before
For unto you was born then the Savior, Christ, the Lord.
One day He died on Calvary His blood to shed for me,
To give mankind salvation abundant and so free.
I bowed in prayer to trust Him, forgive me from my sin,
He wrote my name in heaven, a new life did begin.
So now this Savior Jesus is the sweetest name I know,
He knows my name in heaven where some day I will go.
If YOU don’t know this Savior, He calls from heaven above,
“Trust My name for salvation, receive My gift of love.”
And when you do, He’ll give you eternal life so free,
And write YOUR name in heaven, forever there to be!

Written for our children's Christmas program at church, 2011


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Christmas Gifts

Underneath the tree so grand
Sit many boxes beautifully wrapped;
Packaged with discerning hands;
Gifts by God’s love enveloped.
Giving is the greatest blessing;
Far greater than to receive,
But at Christmas we enjoy both,
Except the very poor and grieved.

So let’s think about the needy,
This very special Christmas Day;
Give generously of food and gifts
To those in need and pray.
Pray for folk who are grieving,
When happiness should be their lot.
We often forget to pray for others;
Let your prayers not be forgot.

When the gifts have all been given
And the tree looks somewhat bare,
It’s time to enjoy the delicacies
That loving hands did prepare.
Whether it be roast turkey,Or a leg of lamb and gravy,
Let’s remember the hands of the Giver,
And the blessed Christmas story!

Let’s thank God for His Christmas gift;
The greatest gift of all time.
The gift of our shepherd and Savior,
Born so miraculously divine.
This is the real reason,
We celebrate at Christmas;
Give thanks for all our blessings
Of hope, peace, joy and happiness.

Maureen LeFanue


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Christmas -- As We See It

CHRISTMAS – AS WE SEE IT


A sparkling white crest of new fallen snow
A bakery window laden with freshly baked pastries
Children – sledding down a hillside or skating on a frozen pond
Sleigh bells ringing on a horses harness as the sleigh swishes by
Cardinals, waxwings, and sparrows lingering on the bird feeder
                                         for one last seed
Shoppers, braving the cold and hurrying from one store to the next
                                         searching for that “perfect” gift
Postal workers delivering mounds of Christmas cards to countless friends and relatives
Traffic at a standstill, waiting for the light to change
Street lamps blazing with twinkling lights and banners proclaiming MERRY CHRISTMAS 
 Church marquees advertising their upcoming Christmas  Cantata
Soup kitchens serving a multitude of needy and homeless people
Bell ringers from the Salvation Army as they solicit donations
People being nice to one another for at least this season
This, and much more is Christmas – as we see it
But what of the real reason for Christmas
A baby lying a manger awaiting the time when He will declare His Kingship
Shepherds, as they hurry to Bethlehem to “see this thing that has come to pass,
                             which the Lord has made known to us”
Mary, Joseph, and the Baby Jesus surrounded by animals –
                                            animals which are also a part of Christmas
Behold, the Star of Bethlehem shining bright as it did thousands of years ago
Yes, we see Christmas in various ways, but let us not miss Christ –
                                     the real reason for Christmas
Let us embrace Him – not just as a Baby born of a virgin
But as Lord and  Savior of our life – King of Kings and Lord of Lords



	Curtis Moorman
	9 December 2010


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Christmas 365

I'm still enjoying the gift. Praise God! Christmas is not over for me. I'm still shouting 
in victory not for the gifts under the tree but due to the fact that God so loved me that gave His only begotten Son to me. Do you want to enjoy and celebrate Christmas 365 for the rest of your life? Read John 3:16. "For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosever believeth in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life." God gave you a gift. God gave one to me. Did you open it, or is it still sitting there unwrapped waiting for you? I can only advise you to open it by saying this:” O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that 
trusteth in him.” God loves His children tremendously so He gave us the gift of life 
and life more abundantly by giving us His son with a mission to save us all by dying 
on the cross at Calvary. He was conceived immaculately and was born to heal the 
hearts that are torn. He lived on the planet earth and performed His first miracle at 
a wedding. And he performed many more in his life and still is right now. He knew 
His purpose He died and rose on the third day with all power of the earth and 
heaven in His hands so that you, me, your family can finally walk in destiny and live 
eternally. Yes forever be alive. I love my gift. It took me awhile to unwrap it, but as 
soon as I did my life is not the same. I’m still enjoying the gift. Christmas is not over 
for me. I’m still shouting in victory for the gifts under the tree but due to the fact 
that God so loved me that gave His only begotten Son to me. Yes He came with a 
mission for all of us to be forever alive. That is why I celebrate Christmas 365.

“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosever 
believeth in Him shall not perish nut have everlasting life." John 3:16
” O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him.” 
Psalms 34:8
“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life 
and have it abundantly.” John 10:10

wrote 12-26-10


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The Joy of Christmas

The joy of Christmas
Is found in giving;
Spreading pleasure all around;
Enhancing loved ones’ living.
Giving to others who cannot return
Is the essence of Christmas;
Creating big smiles instead of a frown;
Bringing joy to circumstances grievous.

The joy of Christmas
Commenced with a babe;
Hidden in a manager
That God himself had made.
Humble beginnings
For our child Savior,
Who grew to become a man;
Secure His heavenly Father’s favour.

The Joy of Christmas
Is contagious with love;
Demonstrated to each other
Through our Lord above.
A time of jubilation—
To rejoice in God’s redemption.
This babe sleeping in a manger
Was eternity’s Christmas connection.

May the joy of Christmas
Fill your heart and soul complete.
Memories of an innocent child—
A birth never to repeat.
He grew to redeem a world so lost;
To show us love not fear.
That little babe born in Bethlehem
Brought Christmas peace, joy and good cheer!

By Maureen LeFanue


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If There Was NO Christmas


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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Amen, Good Times

Her special month is November,
 My special month is December, 
Gather around the fireplace,
 look at the burning ember
 My special time to remember,
 Listen to the wind chimes,
 These are my good times,
 Hear my voice,
 Please feel rejoice.
 Amen.
 No time for depression,
 Time for love and affection,
 Streets filled with snow,
 We're under the misltoe,
 There we had our first kiss,
 I've never felt so much bliss,
 Listen to the wind chimes,
 These are my good times,
 Hear my voice,
 Please feel rejoice. 
Amen.
 Its time for joy,
 Kids playing with their favorite toy, 
Gathering around the Christmas tree,
 Always something jolly to see,
 Looking back at the year,
 Not a single tear,
 Flying reindeer, 
Doing the shopping at the mall,
 Merry Christmas to all,
 Listen to the wind chimes, 
These are my good times,
 Hear my voice,
 Please feel rejoice. 
Amen. 
We're coming home,
 As a kid thats all we've known,
 Our homecoming,
 Our family singing,
 We're coming home again,
 Celebration with our children,
 We're coming home again,
 Bringing our souls closer to Heaven.


Details | Ballade | |

The Cradle And the Cross

The cradle of Christmas
Has no meaning without the Cross.
The babe we celebrate at Christmas
Was born to win us back from loss.
Part heavenly yet part human,
This gracious Christmas gift,
Was given to save mankind;
Redeem the God-mankind rift.

The Cradle and the Cross
Show us God’s great love;
Reveal his glorious power
And his life over death from above.
They give us great hope for a future—
A hope that cannot die.
When we acknowledge the Cradle and the Cross;
Upon Christ’s life and spilt blood we rely.

From Christmas to Easter
We’re reminded of the Cradle and the Cross;
The sacrificial life of God’s Son,
That his own people sought to toss.
The Cradle and the Cross
Were prophesies of old.
God’s child was born unnoticed by most,
Yet worshipped with incense, myrrh and gold.

The Cradle and the Cross
Bring forth glorious hope;
Show us that there’s nothing
Beyond God’s power and scope.
They give us reason for joy
And peace in our hearts to reign.
May the goodwill of Christmas
Be with all on earth to proclaim!


Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2011
www.godsgreetings.org


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

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!


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!