Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Wraped up like a gift, with the bow strung tight,
Race from place to place, race against The Night.
Presents to buy, cards to send, dinner to cook,
Race against the clock, that's on sale, take a look.
Decorations a plenty, to go all around,
The houses, the stores, even the town.
Buying for family and some of our friends,
Til' the day before Christmas, then it ends.
But take a moment to remember the night,
Long ago, far away, when a couple took flight.
Giving birth to our Savior in a place so humble,
There was a star for the wise, so they wouldn't stumble.
The sheperds came and followed the light,
Gifts were few on that holy night,
Just enough to finance their flight,
Protecting the Prince, was their plight.
So pause for a while and rejoice in his name,
Celebrate and remember just why he came.
Not spirit or God, but mortal man,
His love for all bore the nails in hand.
Ask yourself truely, would you have done thus,
Would you die for my sins, with out a big fuss.