I looked around at decorations bright
and tried to think with all my might,
what it must have been like on that
cold winter day,
with only a bed of straw and some hay.
So humble you came only to give...
not gifts from a store but,
Grace and Life to Live.
Yet we keep running back to the store
to the return counter, of that I'm sure;
To exchange your gift for something better,
jewelry, toys, or perhaps a sweater.
Things that will rot or rust or fade...
This is what has prompted this note today.
To say I'm sorry for all the mess.
We haven't listened to you much I guess.
Because if we had in stores we'd find
Bibles stacked a good mile high...
Not games and toys that get tossed aside,
forgotten like the story of days gone by
when a little child came to say...
Follow me! - I know the way!
To my Father's place I'll take you all,
just listen carefully for my call.
The door is open so come right in
to a place without sadness, sorrow or sin.
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