After the feast, the table’s clear, Yet leftovers linger, bringing cheer. I thought I’d never eat again, But hunger returned, as it always does then.
The turkey, the pie, the cranberry spread, Flavors dance anew, though the meal’s long fled. Somehow, they seem to taste better this time, As if patience has seasoned them, oh so sublime.
Imagination turns scraps into treasure, A casserole here, a soup beyond measure. Thank You, Lord, for abundance and grace, For meals reborn, no morsel a waste.
So here’s to leftovers, a second delight, A testament to blessings, day and night.
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.
A kind and gentle man was he, Full of love and honesty. But the mystery of Christ’s descent, To him, seemed strange and poorly spent.
“The incarnation makes no sense,” He said, with logic as defense. God becoming man to save, Felt like a tale the faithful gave.
On Christmas Eve, his family went, To church, in worship reverent. He stayed behind with hearth aglow, Unmoved by truths he didn’t know.
But then a sound, a frantic thud, Shook his peace and stirred his blood. At the window, again it came, A muffled beat, a desperate aim.
He ventured out into the cold, And there, a scene began to unfold. A flock of birds, lost in the storm, Shivered, seeking shelter warm.
His heart, so tender, swelled with care, To save the birds from bitter air. The barn! A haven, safe and dry, He opened the door, the light held high.
But fear had gripped the fragile flock, His human presence felt a shock. He scattered crumbs, he waved them near, But still, they fled in helpless fear.
“If only I could be like them,” He thought, beneath the moon’s dim hem. “To speak their tongue, to share their way, And guide them to the light of day.”
Then from the distance, church bells rang, A holy song the heavens sang. And in that moment, truth took hold, A story ancient, yet retold.
God became man, He stooped so low, To guide the lost through blinding snow. The man, now kneeling, bowed his head, The bells’ sweet song, his spirit fed.
For now he saw what once was dim, Why Christ had come to dwell with him. Like the man and the frightened birds, God showed His love through deeds, not words.
So on that night, beneath the star, The man found God was never far. And in his heart, a fire burned bright, A newfound faith, a guiding light.
A tale unfolds, a melody sweet,
"Come," they beckon, a journey to greet.
Gifts adorned with love, laid at His feet,
In homage to the King, a joy complete.
Yet a humble drummer, giftless it seems,
No treasure to rival the wise men's dreams.
With a beat, a rhythm, his offering beams,
A heart's cadence echoes in silent streams.
Pa rum pum pum pum, the ox and lamb sway,
To the rhythm of love on that sacred day.
A drum played with devotion, a child at play,
He smiled, for in simple gifts, kings find their way.
December 17, 2023
Created by
MarkWaldrop
The Holy Spirit begins to move, A gentle wind, a sacred groove. Through hearts united, pure and true, God’s love blooms in me and you.
We are His hands, His feet, His light, Guided by faith through day and night. A mission given, a sacred mirth, To share the news of Jesus’ birth.
The world may waver, hearts may stray, Yet love prevails, it lights the way. So here we stand, in joy and worth, Proclaiming Christ, our Savior’s birth.
Christmas comes with a gentle glow, A season of wonders, hearts to know. A time to believe, to hold, to see, The magic of love in you and me.
The twinkle of lights, the carols sung, The joy of gifts for old and young. Yet deeper still, a truth appears, The power of miracles through the years.
A babe in a manger, humble and small, Bringing a hope that transcends us all. A love so pure, it lights the way, Through winter nights and every day.
So let us believe in the season’s charm, In hearts that heal, in hands that warm. For Christmas reminds us of what’s divine: The miracle of love, your heart, and mine.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year, When joy fills the air and loved ones draw near. The world seems to sparkle, both far and wide, With twinkling lights and hearts open wide.
The laughter of children, the songs that we sing, The warmth of the fire, the hope that it brings. Snow softly falling, a blanket of white, Transforming the earth in a magical light.
Families gather, their hearts intertwined, Sharing sweet moments that memories bind. Kindness and giving, a season of cheer, It’s the most wonderful time of the year.
Carols resound in the crisp winter air, Reminding us all of a love so rare. A child in a manger, a star shining bright, The promise of peace on that holy night.
So cherish these days, let love take its place, In every warm hug, in every kind face. For this is the season to hold what is dear, The most wonderful time of the year.
The Holy Spirit of Christmas came to us long ago, When in a humble manger, divine love began to glow. A baby born in Bethlehem, a gift from Heaven above, Sent by our gracious Father, a token of His love.
For those who seek and welcome Him within, The Holy Spirit of Christmas breaks the chain of sin. It lives within us daily, a light that never fades, Guiding, comforting, and strengthening in life’s trials and charades.
Oh, the Spirit of Christmas, pure and bright, Fills our hearts with hope, joy, and light. It whispers peace in the quiet of night, And shines through faith with heavenly might.
So let us honor the miracle of that sacred morn, When the Savior of the world to us was born. Through every season, let His Spirit remain, Living in our hearts, again and again.
