THE
LORD'S POET
THE MEANINGS OF CHRISTMAS:
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THE
FORGOTTEN ONE
As
I survey this wondrous mess
I
check my list and then confess:
I
know someone has been forgotten.
I
look at gifts piled to the sky,
Search
my list, then heave a sigh--
I
wish I knew who I'd forgotten!
I
have a gift for Mom and Dad,
The
one for Sis will make her glad.
But
still I know someone was missed.
I've
got gifts for all my cousins,
My
aunt and uncle will get a dozen.
But
which name ain't on my list?
There's
one for Joe and the boy next door;
Because
I love him, Sam gets four.
But
still I wonder who I forgot.
I
check my list and heave a sigh
As
I search my piles and start to cry--
For
now I know who I forgot.
I
wonder how I could have missed
The
one that wasn't on my list.
For
as I see this mess I made
I
think of the child that Mary laid
Upon
a manger bed so low.
He
was the reason I'd made a list
And
his was the name that I had missed.
Kathi Phillips
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WHITE
White
is more than just
The
color of Christmas Snow
As
it falls upon the world.
White
was the color
Of
the swaddling clothes
In
which Mary wrapped the Babe
That
first Christmas day.
White
was the color
Of
flapping wings
As
angels sang that night.
White
was the color
Of
sheep on a hill
While
shepherds heard the song.
And
white is the color
Of
a heart
Washed
by the blood
Of
the Babe born that night.
Kathi Phillips
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ANY
ROOM?
"There
is no room,"
So
the owner said.
"There
is no place
To
put a bed,
Not
even space
Around
my table,
The
only room
Is
in the stable.
You'll
find a place
To
lay your child
Among
the cattle
And
sheep so mild
If
you don't mind
A
manger stall:
A
feeding trough
That's
lined with straw."
"There's
still no room,"
We
say today.
"There
is no space
Within
my heart;
There
is no place
For
love to start.
I'd
rather do
It
all my way."
You'll
find a place
For
love to grow
Within
a world
That
hate would sow
If
your heart
Is
a manger stall
To
lay the child,
Once
so small.
His
love within
Your
heart will grow
And
room you'll find--
God's
peace to know.
Kathi
Phillips
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CHRISTMAS
IS....
Christmas
isn't really presents
Wrapped
in pretty paper
Tied
with brilliant ribbons;
Christmas
isn't really
Just
the gifts we get
(Or
even those we give);
Christmas
isn't really
Money
that we spend
And
all the time we run about
Seeking
the perfect gift:
Christmas
isn't really
The
many friv'lous things
We
focus attention on.
Christmas
is really a Gift
Wrapped
in swaddling clothes
Laid
in a lowly manger;
Christmas
is really
One
Gift
Already
received;
Christmas
is really
The
time we spend with others
Sharing
God's most precious Gift;
Christmas
is really
The
giving of God's only Son.
Kathi Phillips
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GETTING
READY
A
plenitude of parties,
A
preponderance of presents,
A
multitude of huge meals--
So
many things that pull us
As
we prepare for Christmas morn.
Decorations
must go up,
Gifts
and cards be bought and wrapped.
And
all that food must be prepared--
Diversions
that now rule us
As
our homes we do adorn.
We
forget the humble birth,
The
single, most wondrous gift,
With
a star as only decoration
When
a Savior came to rule us
On
the day that Christ was born.
As
you now prepare for Christmas,
Remember
God's loving gift
As
he gave his only Son.
May
Christ be the one to pull us
As
we prepare for Christmas morn.
Kathi
Phillips
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