Christmas Joy


Christmas Joy

I look around on Christmas night,

The tree, the presents, all the lights.

The holidays will soon be gone

But their true meaning will live on.

After the food, family & fun

There's something still that must be done.

I close my eyes & say a prayer.

I thank God for being there.

Stress is high & money's low.

Another Christmas without snow.

Where is all the Christmas cheer?

I haven't seen that much this year.

I try to smile & know I'm blessed.

Do what I can, give God the rest.

I think of the baby, laid in the manger

Who came to save a world of strangers.

From his birth until his death

He made the best of every breath.

He came to save the world from sin

So that we may be born again.

The shopping, the travelling, the cooking & cleaning,

Sometimes people forget the meaning.

That tiny babe in Bethlehem,

The angels smiling down at him.

A holy child on a peaceful night.

God sent Him to set things right.

Salvation, love, peace & joy

All swaddled up in a baby boy.

So as you lay down to go to sleep

Tossing, turning, counting sheep,

Remember what it's all about

And know that you don't go without.

God has given us the greatest gift

So sing him songs & praises lift.

Thank God for his only son

Who gives forgiveness to every one.

Thank you, Jesus, Lord above.

For blessing me with your mercy & love.

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Helios commented on Christmas Joy


Bravo, bravo...I read your poem twice and HAD to save it to favorites. This is a beatiuful poem full of gratitude and praise for the lamb of God. Thank-you very much for sharing...Merry Christmas.

WordSlinger commented on Christmas Joy


This Christmas poem is very beautiful, made us smile, I linked you up in the forum, Merry Christmas, ty WS & Maddi Reply To Comment

In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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