Best Upliftingchristmas Poems
It seems my Christmas spirit has gone up in smoke,
‘Cause every single Christmas I always end up broke!
To give and get a gift or two, with little or no use,
But “it’s the thought that counts,” seems to be the best excuse!
It’s just another day to splurge on Mom’s Christmas feast,
With all our favorite relatives… and the ones we like the least!
So I’m poorer and fatter on yet another day…
Oh, what the heck; I’ll enjoy the wreck of my favorite Holiday!
(Chorus): My name is breda Donkey
'Pon my back is de Christmas story
A carry God's son an' mercy
Down through the ages to wi glory
De baby born in Bethlehem's manger
Wi creator, redeemer, how stranger
Ole Balaam let mi carry him
Fi guh sell the Massa prophecy
An angel did appear to him
An' bring me square in history
Ole Balaam saw a star
Coming out of Jacob family
Jesus coming from beyond afar
To bring all sinners mercy
So one night breda Joseph call mi
Him seh O donkey come carry Mary
I know it was Balaam's prophecy
For Bethlehem's star was bright above me
No room, no room for the baby
Not a preacher in the earth was ready
So mi call 'pon mi animal family
Jesus cum guh mek yuh manger ready
The street was full of trafficking
While merchants count their money
Wi sang glory to man's joy born king
Jesus is the manger baby
Hush Mr. cow nuh bawl again
Red Heifer yuh sacrifice over
Likkle lambs guh skip 'pon de plain
Bethlehem bring forth the redeemer
Sweet likkle turtle dove you are free
The covenant of the ark is broken
Sweet Jesus bring love and jubilee
Same de greedy ole Balaam had spoken
But mi is donkey an mi work nuh done
A carry him before the cross
Mi labor till de second coming of the son
Sin is mi burden, but a him it cost
This song is written to the tune of Jamaican folk song: "Good evening, Mrs Cunningham
It is written for two voices that blend to sing the chorus, but sing each stanza in 2 parts. It
tells the story of Christmas from a donkey's point view, and yet stay true to the Bible
discourse.
Some words are peculiar to the Jamaican dialect for coloring of the song:
Breda: brother; 'pon:upon; de:the; wi:our; ole:old; mi:me; fi:to; guh:go
Cum:come ... had all words recapitulate to the Jamaican dialect even young Jamaicans would
have been alienated --- for the language was not encouraged in our homes where it was
considered bad talking. It is being revived through academics at the UWI again.
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
A Christmas eve all alone
No childrens laughter heard
No presents to bring seasons joy
I'm a homeless alcoholic and I'm scared.
Yes I know nobody forced me to drink
and nobody can make me stop
All I ask is a warm dry place
I'm tired and about to drop.
Last year I had a wife and child
I watched them leave and cry
The drink had gotten the better of me
All I did for them was lie.
Do you know what it's like to be a drunk?
Your whole life controlled by drink
Always planning your next bender
Of nothing else you think.
Jesus Christ what do I do
Help this poor wretched man
Is this what you had in store for me?
Is this your punishing plan?
Is this really my lot in life
To die upon the street
Or will you send an angel to help me to my feet.
I have always been an angry soul
Even raised my fist to fight
I swear to you let me live til' morn
I will change with all my might.
I will seek the help of a caring soul
and never drink again
and use your gracious gift to me
To help others ease their pain.
A year has passed since I prayed my prayer
An angel came to me
Dressed in jeans and tatoo's
With a sandwich
and a cup of hot tea.
"If you really want to change your life
we can feed and shelter you
just don't take another drink
that's all you have to do".
Its Christmas eve and I'm clean and sober
With a sandwich and some tea
A helping hand to this poor man
For without Gods grace.. that's me.