I opened the attic door, peeking into the dark. I got down on my knees, held onto a lantern, crawled into the attic, searching for Christmas wrapping paper. This isn’t the first time I’ve done this and hopefully won’t be the last. How many rolls of wrapping paper can you carry at once, Helo? How much ribbon do you need for Christmas? How much time will it take you to wrap the gifts? Is this what Christmas is all about? I don’t think so. I know it’s not. So I sat down, prayed, and wrote this poem titled, The Gift. I wrote it for you.
The crowds, the lines,
Do we know the Divine?
The decorations, the celebrations, the cheer,
But do we all realize that Christ is always near?
Yes, He was born in a manger,
He is no stranger.
Three wise men stood by,
As a star lit up the sky.
God brought into this world our beloved child-King,
Time to celebrate, shout-out, and let our praises ring.
A sinless Savior was born,
A King adored and soon to be scorned.
One day He shed His blood while nailed to a cross,
His children now forgiven, He paid the cost.
He entered this world as a vulnerable child,
But He will return with power and authority reconciled.
He came and left in a forgiveness-blanket,
In Him we are new. His gift is no trinket.
Accepting God’s gift makes us flawless in His eyes,
Time to lift up thankfulness with joy-filled cries.
As we prepare for Christmas, let us not forget,
To focus upon God’s perfect Love-gift.
Jesus Christ. Emmanuel. His Son.
Our love benefit. The battle is won.
Yes, Christmas can be merry,
But gifts under that tree are temporary.
Time to get on bended knee to Honor our King,
Celebrating the gift that only Jesus Christ can bring.
He came to give,
That we might live.
In Him our souls are eternally refined,
Because His love is the best gift, ever designed.
Our hearts in Him are always aligned,
Sin inside no longer confined.
His unmerited grace and sacrificial love,
Come only from the Heavens above.
Don’t look for love and truth under that tree,
Because only in Jesus are we authentically free.
So jump into His love-grip and stay right there,
His present of love is the best gift you’ll ever share.
Happy Birthday Jesus. Oh how we love you!
“For unto you is born this day in the City of David a SAVIOR who is Christ the Lord.” (Luke 2:11).
Now close your eyes and make this moment all about the gift your Heavenly Father gave and gives — His precious Son. Beloved, In Him you are new.
Prepare your heart to celebrate Christmas every day. Always remember, the greatest gift you’ll ever open is not under that tree. Look up.
O Holy night, the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
‘Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees
O hear the angel voices
O night divine!
O night when Christ was born
O night divine!
O night, O night divine!
– Placide Cappeau – 1847
Merry Christmas! Time to praise and shout-out “O HOLY SAVIOR!”
Hope in Him,