Tuesday, December 17, 2019

THE REASON FOR THE SEASON TIME TWO



Today's blog offers you two poems I wrote for the upcoming Christmas season. Although the slogan 
The Reason for the Season is one with which we're familiar, it's easy to forget in the hustle and bustle of preparing for our own festivities. To that end the first little short offering puts it back on track, back to where we should be, reminding us that we celebrate Christmas because of the birth of Our King.

The second poem is one I wrote a number of years ago when I was teaching pre-schoolers.  The message is the same but it's written from the perspective of a child.  Out of the mouths of babes...

The Promise Made Came True


Thanksgiving now behind us,
We long for Christmas time,
A time for friends and family,
A time when church bells chime
And all with glee prepare for this,
Hang stockings by the fire,
Put up the tree with presents 'round
And hear the angel choir
As we recall the Christmas when
The promise made came true.
And now as then, the Christ Child comes,
He comes for me and you.
Not just a Babe but Savior He
Who died that we might live
Forever there, in Heaven with Him.
His Love your sins forgive.


THE BESTEST GIFT OF ALL
 
Baby Jesus, you’re so small
And yet I have been told
That you did really big, big things
When you were grown up old.
 
I ‘member Grandma told me that
You didn’t have a bed,
And so your Mama, carefully,
Laid down your little head
 
Into a manger made for cows,
But it was soft and clean.
She said you were the cutest boy
That she had ever seen!
 
And shepherds saw some angels white,
All singing in the sky.
At first they felt real scared inside,
Until they knew just why!
 
And fancy kings in golden coats
They came from very far,
To visit you because they saw
A bright and shiny star!
 
I wish I could have been there, too,
To see you as a baby.
If Mary said it was alright
I’d come real close and maybe
 
I’d pick you up so carefully
And whisper “I Love You.”
I may not understand all this
But I believe it’s true
 
That you growed up, became a man,
And died for everyone,
And someday I’ll see you for real.
We’ll both have lots of fun!
 
 I’ll see my Grandma once again.
I loved her soft, soft face.
Mom says they’ll be no wrinkles there,
She says you can erase!
 
The same way you erase my sins,
I know sometimes I’m bad,
But I know you forgive me,
And that you don’t get mad.
 
Mom tells me that she loves me
And that you love me, too.
I wish I was in Bethlehem
And I could visit you.
 
I love to hear the story of
Your birthday, long ago.
I know that’s why there’s Christmas time,
So everyone will know
 
That, Baby Jesus, you were born,
So soft and pink and small,
Of all the presents you're the best,
The bestest gift of all!

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