The Miracle Of Christmas Poem by Tom Zart

The Miracle Of Christmas



Christmas is coming and I'm all alone
With no one to snuggle at night.
My wineglass is empty to help dull the desire
To kiss you by soft candlelight.

A rare pearl of value, you don 't leave alone
Or someone will steal them from you.
After they've gone and flown far away
It's hard to know just what to do.

I'm watching my neighbors hang lights on their tree
With tinsel and striped candy cane.
I took you for granted and didn't hug enough
And now I must suffer my pain.

Lord, I'm so lonely; I wish I could die
Then be born to relive again.
I realize the value of someone to love
And the danger of my selfish sin.

There's a ring on my phone and a knock at the door
Which do I dare go for?
If neither is you, I'll break down and cry
And again pound my fist on the floor.

I run down the hall and the doorknob turns
As the swirling snow rides on the wind.
There, in my doorway, it's the face I love
Such a beautiful present to send.

Now, I am happy and dancing around
With a permanent smile on my face.
As children are singing their Christmas love songs
And the world is a wonderful place.

NIGHT OF NIGHTS

In the tiny town of Bethlehem
Born in a stable, an infant lie.
While He slept his first dreamless night
A whole universe of stars passed by.

When Jesus Christ our Savior was born
Most of the angels began to sing
Of peace, and good will to all mankind
And hallelujah to Earth's new King.

There were those angels, who did not sing
For they had passed through the Devil's gate.
They knew this young lad belonged to God
And for them salvation was too late.

So let's rejoice, and sing with great cheer
That night when Jesus slept without fear.
For our Lord's birthday comes once a year
On that night of nights we hold so dear.

CHRISTMAS

Husbands with ladders hang lights on their home
As all who have no one feel sad and alone.
The churches are full of the faithful that sing
For the birth of our Lord, is a spiritual thing.

The sound of Christmas sweetly fills the air
While frantic shoppers hustle from here to there.
The windows of storefronts at this time of year
Reflect all their wonders as Christmas draws near.

Little ones stand looking with their nose pressed to glass
As model trains on display come speeding past.
The path to Santa is lined with girls and boys
With a list in their heart of their favorite toys.

The stores shelves are crammed with dolls that crawl or walk
Games, cars, trucks, planes and stuffed toys that sing or talk.
The miracle of Christmas comes once a year
When all that we love seems more precious and dear.

TO BELIEVE IN CHRISTMAS

It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas
As all we love seems more precious and dear.
Jesus made it possible for those who believe
To experience God's grace without fear.

Christmas is a day we celebrate Jesus
The life and birth of Christ our Lord.
He suffered the cross, the lash and death
To give us salvation we could never afford.

Late at night, morning or middle of the day
We should say thank you to God as we pray.
He gave up His Son as a second chance for us
Blessing the faithful with another earthly day.

If we believe in Christmas we believe in salvation
And that angels will lead us through heaven's gate.
Never let any who doubt God's will to fulfill
Cause us to be shamed by their hate, ignorance and debate.

By God's Poet Tom Zart
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Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love educates
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