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| 154. Christmas Spirit I arrived today a different man One who knew his purpose I added a new skip to my step The reason was because of Jesus I’ve dreamed of being something else To govern those both near and far But in reality what I wanted most Was to see a guiding star I awoke quite early on Christmas morn Bothered by things that didn’t matter Of God and Jesus I did not think Seeking only to find pancake batter Although my stomach grumbled aloud And my head hurt from rum and grog A light appeared just aside my door And I heard the barking of my dog Of Santa Claus were my first thoughts Was the facade really a true tale? I wished I had some milk and cookies Or maybe a bottle of fine ale But my ears did not hear bells nor deer Or the jolly laughter of the fable Instead my soul echoed with the cries Of the child from the Bethlehem stable For when I opened up my door And gazed upon the scene before me A star beam lit up a cradle on my porch And showed me what Christmas was meant to be A young woman kneeled beside a manger Her beauty beyond what I could conceive She stroked the head of a smiling babe and looked up Her eyes asking that I learn to believe A callous man I had surely been Griping about everything that I did not possess My mouth stood agape at the sight before me It was only then I felt the need to confess But before I could mouth or say a word The woman and child vanished with the light But my heart and soul felt alive By the present I had been given that very night For this I now say for all that listen Forgo those things of riches and greed Take care to value those persons that you love And satisfy yourself with only what you need Maybe someday you’ll also see The child smiling beneath the bright light I wish you all the happiness in the world And the ability to see life with my sight |
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