Nativity Christmas 12-8-12

Does someone call as snowflakes fall

upon my window sill?

There comes a sleigh. The horses neigh,

in spirit of goodwill.

There's not a breeze.  My mind's at ease.

They bid me, "Come" they say.

So I step out.  There is no doubt -

that this is Christmas Day.

I hop aboard and ride on toward -

a town that's splashed with sights.

I look ahead at green and red.

I love those Christmas lights.

The air is crisp. I see a wisp -

on front of horses' mane -

that bounce with pep at every step.

The horses do not wane.

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Hear sleigh bells chime throughout that time

until I got to town -

And hooves had clopped until they stopped

as I arrived downtown.

Nativity...  I smiled with glee -

heard carols in the air.

The shepherds spied.  The three Magi

saw Jesus sleeping there.

A camel knelt.  In joy they dwelt -

in cushioned stable hay -

A scene on earth of virgin birth -

where one man came to pray.

A poor old man, all wrinkled tan,

was kneeling on the ground.

His hair was messed but he was blessed

as snow fell all around.

Some kids walked through, in contrast to -

his humble position.

And then they felled the cane he held,

reckless recognition.

God woos each one who seek His Son -

but they paid no attention.

I heard them joke each time they spoke

within their own dimension.

He reached in vain to get his cane.

His countenance was grim -

then heard him say, "wife passed away."

as I gave it to him.

Through eyelids tight, they drew my sight -

I saw more tears come through.

It touched my heart, tore me apart -

so I knelt down there too.

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Snowflakes falling, Jesus calling -

calling from above.

Can you live it?  Christmas spirit -

wooing all, in love...

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Mark 2:14 (KJV)
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.

The Lighthouse 3-11-12

What draws the eye to the lighthouse?

Oh say, what could it be?

Now how could a light on a mighty 'Rock'

forgive lost souls at sea?

There are no ropes to pull them in,

no maps of where to go -

and we hear cries from crashing waves -

under the beacon's glow.

Relentlessly, the wind blows -

the noise, as a million drums!

The angry sea will swallow scores,

as the weak in faith succumb.

Through rain and hail and deadly fog,

sins weather strangely mixed -

a faint, but 'Guiding Light' shines through -

if eyes are firmly fixed.

The lighthouse sounds its fog horn,

proclaiming Christ is King.

Our voices chime in harmony

as we rejoice and sing!

We find all comfort in the 'Rock'

as the faithful lighthouse calls.

It's then that storms surrender and,

receding darkness falls,

What draws the eye to the lighthouse?

Oh say, what could it be?

How can a Man on an old rugged cross,

help souls still lost at sea?

Secure in the 'Rock', we understand -

as the beacon lights the sky.

And as long as we see the halo -

forgive. "They know not why."

And tell them -

tell them if you dare!

Tell them when they're troubled.

Tell them with a prayer.

Tell them Christ is waiting.

Tell them God is fair.

Tell them Jesus loves them.

Tell them if you care.

Tell them God still loves the world.

Now go, and gospel share.

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