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.
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
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.
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.
🍂 A Thanksgiving Prayer 🍂 Inspired by Psalm 100:4–5
Enter His gates with thanksgiving, Come boldly with praise in your heart— For every breath is a blessing, And every sunrise a brand-new start.
Give thanks to the One who formed us, Who knows each tear we cry; Whose mercy flows like a river, Whose love no sin can deny.
For the Lord is good and gracious, His kindness never ends— He lifts the brokenhearted And calls strangers His friends.
His steadfast love endures forever, Through seasons of joy and pain; From the first cry of creation To the last whisper of our name.
And His faithfulness stands unshaken, From fathers to daughters and sons— A covenant written in heaven, A promise that never comes undone.
So today, with hearts overflowing, We pause from the rush and the noise— To remember the Giver of blessings, Not merely the gifts we enjoy.
Lord, receive our praise and thanksgiving— Not just from our lips, but our lives; May our worship be more than a moment, May it echo through all of our days.
Amen. 🧡🕊️
Psa 100:4 Enter his gates with thanksgiving, and his courts with praise! Give thanks to him; bless his name! Psa 100:5 For the LORD is good; his steadfast love endures forever, and his faithfulness to all generations.
In the grace of dawn, a prayer unfurls,
For Christians, gratitude in everyday swirls.
Each sunrise whispers, a hymn to say,
In their hearts, it's Thanksgiving Day.
Blessings counted like grains of sand,
Faith woven strong, a divine strand.
Every moment, a gift to hold,
A symphony of thanks, beautifully bold.
Through trials and triumphs, they find,
Reasons to praise, in heart and mind.
For in their journey, a sacred art,
Grateful souls, from the very start.
Not just a season, but a lifelong song,
In every echo, thanksgiving strong.
For Christian hearts, a constant ray,
Every day, their Thanksgiving Day.
November 19, 2023
MarkWaldrop
I love watching kids on Halloween, Their laughter bright, their eyes that gleam. Joy in the heart can’t be evil or mean, It’s the magic of wonder in orange and green.
Ghosts and goblins, witches on brooms, Pumpkin lights glowing in neighborhood rooms. But beneath all the masks and playful fright, Lives pure delight on this candy-filled night.
For innocence dances from door to door, In giggles and footsteps across the floor. And though shadows whisper, and night may seem wild, The sweetest light shines in the heart of a child. 👻🍬🕯️
