Amid the lights and holiday cheer, Let us pause and make it clear, The gifts, the songs, the joyful feast, Point to the birth of the Prince of Peace.
Not silver, nor gold, nor worldly treasure, But love eternal, beyond all measure. A Savior born, a gift so pure, For every heart, His love is sure.
The star that shone so long ago, Guided the world to the love we know. In a humble manger, a King was laid, A promise kept, salvation made.
So as we gather this Christmas time, Let His name in our hearts shine. For all we celebrate, all we believe in, Is because Jesus is the reason for the season.
The Lord is pouring His Spirit out in these final, trembling days and hearts once cold are burning, and silent lips now praise.
Dreams are stirring in the weary, visions rise in young and old and the Gospel flame grows brighter as the ancient words unfold.
Chains are breaking in the shadows, truth is marching through the land for the Spirit of the Living God is moving by His sovereign hand.
Prodigals are turning homeward, the broken lift their heads and the thirsty find their filling where His living waters spread.
Signs remind us time is closing, but fear has lost its voice for the Bride is being readied and the heavens soon rejoice.
So let the trumpet echo softly through every soul awake The Lord is pouring His Spirit out His promise no man can break.
And when the sky splits open, and the King of Glory comes every knee shall bow before Him, and every tongue proclaim:
Jesus is Lord forever the same.
Jol 2:28 And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions:
When the morning breaks with mercy, and the darkness runs from light when hope returns like sunrise glowing after a long and restless night Hallelujah.
When tears fall soft but healing, and the heart begins to mend when grace steps in and whispers, “This is not where it will end” Hallelujah.
When mountains finally crumble, and chains fall to the ground when freedom sings its victory in a voice both soft and loud Hallelujah.
When we don’t yet see the answer, but we trust the One who knows when faith stands firm in silence as the unseen blessing grows Hallelujah.
For every breath, for every trial, for the triumphs still in view for the God who walks beside us and makes all things good and new Hallelujah.
Rev 19:1 “Hallelujah! Salvation and glory and power belong to our God,
Thanksgiving isn’t just a Thursday with turkey, laughter, and pie it’s a posture of the heart, a way of living under God’s sky.
It’s not limited to one moment, one prayer before we eat; it’s found in quiet mornings, and in every heartbeat.
It’s waking with gratitude for breath we didn’t earn, for lessons wrapped in hardship, for the wisdom we discern.
It’s giving thanks for family, for friends both near and far, for every simple blessing that reminds us who we are.
It’s praising God in sunshine, and trusting Him in rain, it’s finding joy in laughter and purpose even in pain.
For Thanksgiving is not a calendar date not something that appears then disappears; it’s a daily offering of gratefulness carried throughout the years.
So may our hearts stay thankful always in every season, calm or strife— for Thanksgiving is not one day a year… it’s a way of life
1Th 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you. Here’s a poem for that beautiful thought:
Whether you gather as one or twenty-one around the spread, whether the table is simple or filled with pie, blessing, and bread there’s something far greater than turkey, far sweeter than pumpkin or rolls: it’s the presence of Christ at the table, the One who nourishes souls.
For Thanksgiving isn’t the number, or how fancy the china may be it’s hearts that remember God’s goodness, and voices lifted gratefully.
Some homes echo laughter like music, some sit quiet in peace and grace, but every home becomes holy when Jesus is given a place.
Set Him a seat in the center, not just the edge of the day invite Him into the moment, into the meal, into your praise.
For blessings feel fuller with Jesus, and gratitude deepens and grows when the Giver is honored first gently before the blessing flows.
So whether your home is crowded or you hold this day quietly still, let Thanksgiving be more than tradition let it be worship and God’s will.
Because the table is never empty when Christ is invited to stay and the heart is forever richer when Jesus is honored today.
Pharaoh tried to shake my faith, to make me fear, to hesitate. He thought his power could confine what God had promised would be mine.
He tested strength, he tested will, tried bending truth with threats and skill. But when the Lord’s command aligned I left not one small hoof behind.
For when God speaks, His word is sure, His plan is mighty, strong, and pure. No piece forgotten, no heart resigned no sheep, no ox, no hoof behind.
So now I stand with faith restored, trusting fully in the Lord. For victory comes when hearts combine with God, we leave no hoof behind.
Exo 10:26 Our livestock also must go with us; not a hoof shall be left behind, for we must take of them to serve the LORD our God, and we do not know with what we must serve the LORD until we arrive there.”
Stand still and let the world grow quiet, let busy thoughts no longer riot. For in the calm, when noise grows odd, you’ll see the wondrous works of God.
Stand still and watch the sunrise bloom, soft colors breaking morning’s gloom; the mountains holding ancient sod silent witnesses to God.
Stand still beside the ocean’s roar, where waves have kissed the timeless shore; each one obeys His staff and rod a rhythm written out by God.
Stand still and let your heart agree: there’s more than what your eyes can see. In every breath, on every sod, is proof of wondrous works of God.
So pause, be still, and lift your praise for all His goodness, all His ways; and let your awe be your applaud: Stand still and honor God.
Job 37:14 Hearken unto this, O Job: stand still, and consider the wondrous works of God.
