The Man and the Birds 
        (Inspired by Paul Harvey)

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.

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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.

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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.

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MarkWaldrop

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.

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MarkWaldrop

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
It brings back Memories of yesteryear 

The wonderful times when I was a kid
Mom and Dad kept me very near

Pressing my nose to the window pane, searching for a glimpse of the Red light
Seeing what I thought was the Star of Bethlehem Shining so Bright

I knew Santa’s first stop was Bethlehem 
To bring gifts to the Great, I Am

The Love Santa has in His Heart for all the children in the world
Comes from his Maker above with His Love unfurled

Keep the Love of God and the Spirit of Santa close to you today 
We bow our heads and thank Him for the Love He sent our way. 

December 6, 2022
Mark Waldrop