Christmas Poem

Christmas Poem

 

The Spirit of Christmas is giving

Christ is the gift I’m living

It is no item, it is no jewel

It is no game, nor tool

It’s isn’t sitting under my tree

It is never out of stock to me

It is there always, in moon or sun

Christ has come, His work is done

This is the best gift there has ever been

There’s more than what we’ve seen

There’s more light and truth

It doesn’t’ require any proof

It’s our faith, our choices

It’s who and what our voice is

It is the only gift Christ wants in return

That for Him we would truly yearn

He comes to us in desperation

So individually and for each generation

He cares about the small things

He cares of the woes our world brings

He is healing and hope so bright

He is like Christmas lights shining at night. 

He is the universe, or the life force energy

He is the feeling, the whispering, the spirituality

He is the wisdom, the genius, the inspiration

He is the grace, the Charity, the compassion 

We are His, we are His favorite

He gives abundance, we must savor it 

In all things, He is there if we search for Him

He is in a quiet and sacred hymn

He is in a struggle of the heart

He is the inspiration of uplifting art

Believe in Him, believe that He is

Believe you are unworthy, made worthy

Because of His sacrifices made

There are boundaries he forbade

He came in the flesh to be swaddled on a bed of hey.

What can you bring Mary’s baby as he lay?

Bring your whole soul and heart

And give thanks for a new start

 

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