I haven't posted for a few weeks...to be honest I wasn't even sure anyone would notice. I know that God has given me these poems to be shared and that is the purpose for this site, but sometimes I wonder if it is making a difference or being a blessing to anyone at all. But with Christmas right around the corner, I really wanted to share these two poems today as my way of wishing anyone who visits a very Merry Christmas. Because when it comes right down to it, it's not about me but it's about the only thing that ultimately matters. The biggest, most important thing that has ever happened in the history of the world is....
The Miracle of
Christmas
Love
far beyond measure
To
comprehend it, I can not
How
a soul so unworthy
God
sees without spot
The
demonstration of God’s love
Of His mercy and grace
Was
found in a lowly manger
In
a baby’s tiny face
I’d
like to have a time machine
To
travel back through the ages
And
talk to Mary and Joseph
From
the Bible’s pages
Just
what did they think
Did
it feel very odd
To
see the child’s shining face
And
know they were looking at God
Did
they fully understand
As
they raised their little one
That the
boy that they cared for
Was
Messiah, God the Son
Oh
the miracle of Christmas
From
that time till this
Is
that God gave us himself
So
that heaven we would not miss
It’s
much more than a season
Or
a time of year or day
It’s
the spirit of eternal love
Living in
our hearts always
Luke 2:19 ... But Mary kept all these things,
and pondered them in her heart.
It is
clear from scripture that both Mary and Joseph knew and understood that the
child they raised was the Messiah. Did
you ever stop to wonder at how strange that must have been for them? Just how much or how clearly did they
understand? What was going through their
minds that time when they thought they had lost Him, only to find Him in the
temple, “about His Father’s business”.
They were just normal folks trying to do the right things as they cared
for the Son of God. Wow!?!
Merry Christmas
(A
response to the politically correct)
Jesus
Christ is Christmas
It’s
the celebration of His birth
Strip
away all of the tinsel
And
you’ll find what Christmas is worth
The
Baby born in a manger
Is
Jehovah in human form
The
same is the Man upon the cross
Whose
body was beaten and torn
The
world wants to take away Christmas
And
replace it with holiday cheer
But
it’s only the real meaning of Christmas
That
allows for us to be near
To the
God of all the ages
His
presence we could never obtain
Except
for the true meaning of Christmas
No
lasting treasure could we ever gain
So as
long as there’s breath in my body
And as
long as my voice can be heard
I’ll
repeat the phrase “Merry Christmas”
With
all the meaning that’s found in God’s Word
Matt 1:18-25 &
Instead
of printing these two passages here, I would encourage you to take your Bible
and read them for yourself. One of my
favorite family traditions was started when our kids were very small. Before we open the first gift, we read the
Christmas story. As they have gotten
older we have begun to share by each reading a portion. It draws us together as a family and reminds
us that Christmas is not about the gifts under the tree but rather the gift on
the tree that was born in that simple manger.
