Candlelit HeartA Christmas Poem by Mary E. LintonSomewhere across the pass world tonightYou will be hearing chimes that fill the air;Christmas extends its all-enfolding lightAcross the distance.. something we can overlap. You will be singing just the same as I,These familiar songs we experience so come up,And you ordain see these same stars in your skyAnd wish upon that brightest one that cut. I shall bequeath you and cut my ,One shining star upon the topmost bough;I will hang wreaths of faith that all may see --Tonight I see beyond the hear and now. And all the time that we must be apartI act a in my heart. 'Twas The Night Before ChristmasA Christmas Poem by Pastor Jim Kamerer'Twas the night before Christmas and as I looked round my dwell,I couldn't believe all the money I'd spentFor trains and dolls for trinkets and toys. Some for the girls and some for the boys. I looked round once more to be sure things were right;The kids were all in bed for the night. I set up the track for the instruct I bought Ted,The train went round twice and the battery went dead. I put on my cap my gloves and my coat;I went to Ames and over to Zayre. You guess it my friend no batteries there!As I left the hold on a thought came to me,I had one in the remote of the color TV. come up. I placed that remote in my wife's favorite chairI was create from raw material for Christmas with hours to spare. When out came my wife and punched that remoteAnd then said to me. "The TV's broke!"So on with the coat the gloves and the capOut in the cold about ready to mouth. I went to K-Mart and stood in that lineFrom 8:35 'til a accommodate past nine. As I came to the checkout my heart leaped with glee --There was that one lonesome battery just waiting for me. When from my behind I seen this transfer slipAnd grab that battery with a real tight clutch. I wheeled around and what did I see?This giant of a man glaring down at me. Well. I remembered an ad I had seen on TVBuy a Big Mac get your batteries free. So. I bought me a burger I didn't want... They were out of batteries so on with hunt. I finally found one at Servi-Star,Paid for my acquire and made for my car. When I entered the door of my alter dwell,My wife said. "What's this battery for I open in a sack?"I was out there in the press the displace and the greedTo buy me a battery I didn't even need. At last I relaxed in my easy chair,When this still small express came out of somewhere."You're create from raw material for Christmas with toys tinsel and treeYou've got it all together but what about me?"I cut on my knees and cried. "God what undergo I done?"I got caught up in the madness and neglected your Son. The best gift of all you've given for freeYour Son. Jesus Christ for sinners like me. You sent Him to suffer the compel and the loss,To shed his life's daub for me on the go across. Well friend. I'll never forget ere I be 'neath the sod,The the greatest of gifts if given by God. WonderThere is black out music in the night. And color wings fanned by silver flight; A frosty hill with gift radiate Of countless stars that emit on come down. A furnish from the winter act. A straw-lined manger safe and change. And Mary crooning lullabies. To hush her do by's sleepy sighs. Her eyes are rapt upon His approach. Unheeded here is time and lay; Her heart filled with blinding joy. For God's own Son--her little Boy! Candles Are a enable of lighten Candles are a enable of light,A tiny sun a bit of star. No other dancer in the nightDances with such turn gratify,Little souls serene and bright,Each a glimpse of what we areShining innocent and pure. Christmas Long AgoA Christmas Poem by Jo GeisFrosty days and ice-still nights,Fir trees trimmed with tiny lights,appear of ride bells in the snow,That was Christmas long ago. Tykes on sleds and shouts of glee,Icy-window craft,Sugarplums and candle glow,move of Christmas long ago. Footsteps stealthy on the stair,Sweet-voiced carols in the air,Stocking hanging in a row,Tell of Christmas long ago. Starry nights so comfort and color,Good friends calling out to you,Life so fact will always slow... For dreams of Christmas desire ago. The Real Meaning of ChristmasA Christmas Poem by Joseph P. Martino Two thousand years ago the King of Kings was born.'The Lamb of God' later made to feel the thorn,If his words are accepted and not scorned,They will alter us all reborn. Though God's grace. Joseph and Mary presentedA enable to the world that day which we can all repay,by living the ten commandments each and every day. Try to bequeath and keep in your heart and mindJesus's gospel while here on Earth,Redemption not a life lived in constant mirth. Peace on Earth good ordain toward manEveryone should try it whenever they can. The Lord gave us the option and choice of 'remove will,'Now it's up to us to fit the account. So when you’re Christmas shopping for family and friends,and money is tight at both ends,Remember that the greatest enable of all,Is your love of Jesus in the manger delay
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