The gift
For a Godly being that control and send elements
for whom time is only a moment,
with might unlimited
comes the time, the hour
of being human.
The life that he led
made purity, integrity and love spread
and still he was despised and hanged
to get salvation for all men.
When we celebrate Christmas day
and send gifts to our loved ones
it’s better to look at His life
than gifts wrapped in paper.
The ultimate gift of all time stays
the God that had to endure pain for us
and faultless had to pay the price
for everyone to have salvation.
poem by Gert Strydom
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0008 The Gift
Who does not wish to give the perfect gift
to those we love – to whom we have already
given the greatest gift we have – our heart?
To choose a visible and outward sign
of love whose meaning’s inward, spiritual?
But who would dare to challenge innocence
and ignorance in their demonic bond,
and break the spell of Christmas wish and hope
by telling children, that old Santa Claus
is but the God who gave their life to them -
dressed up in red and white and snowy beard;
and who, in needing nothing of himself,
would be delighted to receive their thanks
and nothing more; and who, we might believe
of one who has all gifts in his command,
might be obliged by those laws he himself
created, out of justice, equity,
to give them that which they themselves have made –
a life of gratitude for life itself –
a life of praise, where all the world is gift
beyond all human gifts?
What parents now
might give their children gold, myrrh, frankincense
with all their love; and teach them by this show
why Christmas gifts are godly metaphor?
Of course, no parents would dare break this spell;
you’ll laugh at me for this absurdity;
yet it might build a clear-eyed, praising race
who thought in metaphor; spoke poetry.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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What Christmas Means To Me
The anniversary of the birth
Of Our Lord Jesus Christ
Born of Mary the Blessed
To save us from perdition
That's what
Christmas
Means to me.
The greatest gift to be
Received by humanity
Wrapped in swaddling
Clothes in a manger
That's what
Christmas
Means to me.
A parcel of Love delivered
From Loves Source
For us to love one another
Via the grace of His Spirit
That's what
Christmas
Means to me.
So let's hail the Gift of all gifts
Within the depths of winter
And love Our Saviour fair
Who brought us salvation
Thats what
Christmas
Means to me.
poem by Liam ó Comáin
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Come Winter, Come Santa, Come Christmas.....
Come winter, shower snows everywhere
Come Santa, distribute gifts to all of us.
Come Christmas, spread harmony all around.
To celebrate festive of peace and joy,
To exchange gift of love,
To decorate x-mas tree,
To have delicious cakes and wine
To throw parties
To enjoy and forget all worries
Each one of us is waiting all year around for this Christmas.
From children to old
Every heart is filled with fun
No time to hate and quarrel
Making environment thrill
Sending good wishes around
Music in the air
Compelling to tap our feet,
Each one of us is waiting all year around for this Christmas.
Come winter, shower snows everywhere
Come Santa, distribute gifts to all of us.
Come Christmas, spread harmony all around.
(Wishing each reader a Merry Christmas frm geets :) ]
poem by Geeta Nair
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Get Prepared [xmas Song ]
get prepared
get prepared for christmas with happiness and joy
santas got a sack of gifts for a girl and boy
get prepared for mince pies with a glass of wine
get prepared for shopping queue up in a line
christmas is a happy time christmas is so good
so lets just celebrate one more year
merry christmas hoho ho
christmas is a happy time christmas is so good
so lets just celebrate one more year
merry christmas everyone
get prepared for rubies emeralds and ice
you can pick just want you want no matter what the price
get prepared for santa with a glass of wine
get prepared for turkey with stuffing to combine
christmas is a happy time christmas is so good
so lets just celebrate one more year
merry christmas ho ho ho
christmas is a happy time christmas is so good
so lets just celebrate one more year
merry christmas everyone
get prepared for presents open them with haste
when youve ripped the wrapping off recycle all the waste
get prepared for christmas cake pour some brandy on
youve gotta get it quickly its to late when its gone
christmas is a happy time christmas is so good
so lets just celebrate one more year
merry christmas ho ho ho
christmas is a happy time christmas is so good
oh lets just celebrate one more year
merry christmas everyone
repeat chorus
poem by Jayne Harris
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Christmas, Christmas
Whenever Christmas comes around
The people seem to be,
Full of love and brotherhood
as far as the eye can see.
Wouldn't it be much better
to act this way all year round
But Jesus is the reason
There's a Christmas.
Christmas, Christmas
Hear the angels sing.
He brought joy to the world
and salvation to all mankind.
Christmas cards and Christmas gifts
are everywhere in view.
Goodies and candy and stocking stuff,
the shoppers all wanting new.
They seem to miss just what it is
The greatest of all God's perfect gifts
It's Jesus, He's the reason
There's a Christmas.
Christmas, Christmas comes and goes
And with it the nations see
That there is a God that many know
Who gave them life eternally?
Wouldn't it be much better
if the whole world could know Him as He is?
It's Jesus, He's the reason
There's a Christmas
©Copyright,12/30/1986, Kathryn Tyler Little
poem by Kathryn King
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Smasher - Devourer
Fear me not but fear my hell
Man made me so I could kill
Praise me in the name of war
I destroy both rich and poor
I am the way, prepare for salvation
I am the way, prepare for salvation
Strength in time of suffering
Man alone is a weakling
Ascension is what you ask
I will be the fall of man
I am the way, prepare for salvation
I am the way, prepare for salvation
Salvation...
Those of you who dare to stray
I will tear your mind away
Those of you who dare to stray
I will take your life away
Salvation...
I am the way, prepare for salvation
I am the way, prepare for salvation
Salvation...
song performed by by Fear Factory
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The Greatest Gift
When Christmas shopping is done,
wrapped gifts lie ‘neith a tree
sparkling bright with tinsel and light
for everyone to see.
Each gift has been selected
with thoughtfulness and care.
Toys and such will mean so much
like all the gifts we bear.
But let us keep within our heart
the much greater gift than these.
One from above, with God's great love
should bring us to our knees.
A gift of birth to all on Earth.
A gift that's far from small.
To everyone, He gave His Son…
The greatest gift of all.
poem by Ron Tranmer
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Send Me No Wine
Send me no wine
To make an invitation.
Leave me no time
In your imagination.
Only to find
Words in your mind
Theyre gonna make you, leave your,
Leave your heart behind.
Send me, send me no wine,
To send my love away.
Send me, send me no wine,
To send my love away.
(for) once in my life
I need no conversation.
All of my time
Ill spend in fascination.
Give me my love,
With you in my life.
If only everybody
Found the answer in love.
Send me, send me no wine,
To send my love away.
Send me, send me no wine,
To send my love away.
song performed by by Moody Blues
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My Christmas Tree Is Ewe
My Christmas Tree Is Ewe
My Christmas Tree Is Ewe
Monkey flies and lies disgrace the human race and television has infected all the children and the places that they go. What I want for Christmas fare is just ewe and a place underneath the mistletoe. My Christmas tree is thee. Humble and retained in innocence and restfulness.
Wrapping all the gifts in love and kisses please.
The kiss is gift enough for me please send me three of them all sweet and tender and tasting just like CHRISTMAS wine.
Love has come back to me for Christmas time.
But not of gold and silver dew eye speak of.
The very Heart of ewe is parme purple violet hued.
What have eye deserved to ascertain the fragrances of a lemon flavored ewe?
Kiss me three times dew.
poem by Parme Hice
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The Celebration Of Jesus' Birthday
Each year when Christmas comes round,
I sometimes wonder if we really understand what its all about.
We are so busy talking about Santa Claus,
and rushing to the shopping malls,
trying to hurry and buy them out,
That we never stop and think
that its Jesus' Birthday,
We are to Celebrate.
This Christmas, when we open our gaily wrapped Christmas Gifts,
with their Ribbons Bows, and Tinsel,
Let us Remember its Jesus' Birthday.
That's why it's Christmas.
Like the wise men with their Gifts, of Frankincense, and Myrrh.
Let us give the wonderful gift of peace and love.
For Jesus, was born as the Saviour, of the world.
When we sit down to our Christmas Dinner.
Let us bow our heads, and pray.
Let us Remember it's a Celebration of Jesus' Birthday.
poem by Helen Click Roberts
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~Special Gift~
I cant count upon my hands
The times you've been here for me
No matter how bad the circumstance
By my side you'd be
How many people go through life
And never know such a friend?
Oh what they have missed out on
What a gift God did send
I thank God every night
Before i prepare for sleep
For a friend such as you
My feelings they run deep
Gifts from God come in different packages
They are not always wrapped with a bow
They come in all shapes and sizes
But when they are with you you'll know
Dedicated To: My God, Jesus Christ
With a most grateful thank-you for the
Special gifts He has given to me.
poem by Theodora Onken
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Christmas Belief
the christmas holidays are finally here.
something i look forward to every year.
where people greet each other in a friendly way
and always have nice things to say.
christmas is supposed to be a holiday of joy and cheer.
why can't we have that feeling throughout The year.
why can't christmas be in our hearts every day
it would take away the sadness and the pain.
christmas is the day to celebrate the birth of our king
it is the time that throughout the world all church bells ring.
and the voices of people who now sing.
what will it take for this world to see
that christ died for you and me.
he did not celebrate the gift that god gave just one day in his life.
he celebrated it every day and showed
this to humanity in every way.
he gave sight to the blind who could not see
so that they could praise god for all they have and
all the gifts that come with sight
and in this they felt his might.
the crippled he let them walk
the sick he cured
the deaf to hear
now would'nt that give you reason to cheer.
praise the lord up above
for he showed us how to love.
christmas is not just a day for giving
it is a day for living.
for thanking god- who gave up his only begotten son
to show us he is the only one -to lead us out of all pain.
and with him we have so much to gain.
so whether you believe in christ, alla or any other given name
our god is still the same.
that is why we praise his name.
to show others that there is a belief beyond our control
a belief we learn to hold.
this is what christmas is to me
this is what the world should see.
BELIEVE!
poem by Louis Rams
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CHRISTmas or GIFTmas?
Jolly old St. Nicholas,
lean your ear this way.
There's something to be said
for the Santa role you play.
You bring happiness to children
with bikes, and dolls and toys,
and instill the Christmas spirit
into grown-up girls and boys.
But you know the greatest gift
isn't found upon your sled,
and it isn't all the sugar plumbs
that dance in children's heads.
It is not one brought by Dasher,
or by Donner, or by Dancer.
It came wrapped in swaddling clothing.
Even Santa knows the answer.
The greatest gift is Jesus Christ.
The Savior of the earth.
And Christmas is the special day
we celebrate His birth
Christ was born into the world
and taught us all He could.
He knows if we've been good or bad,
and hopes we'll all be good.
Santa, we'll enjoy the gifts
that on Christmas come our way
but it's not gifts, …It's Christ the Lord,
we celebrate this day!
poem by Ron Tranmer
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For all we have
I AM SO GRATEFUL
FOR ALL WE HAVE
WE DON’T HAVE MUCH
FOR CHRISTMAS IS NEAR
I SAY MY PRAYERS
THAT OUR HEAVENLY FATHER IS HEAR
TO BLESS US ALL
NO MATTER WHERE WE ARE
WHETHER WE’RE IN ONE PLACE
OR SCATTERED AFAR
AS WE AWAKE ON CHRISTMAS MORNING
AND SIT BY THE FIRE
I PRAY TO GOD
THAT MY KIDS HAVE GIFTS TO OPEN
WITH MONEY SO TIGHT
AND DOORS THAT WILL OPEN
WE LIFT UP OUR HEARTS
ON CHRISTMAS MORNING
WE ARE THANKFUL FOR FRIENDS
AND FAMILY TOO
CHRISTMAS IS NOT ABOUT
ALL THE GIFTS THAT’S SO TRUE
WHAT CHRISTMAS IS ABOUT
IT’S TO CELEBRATE JESUS’S BIRTH
BUT PEOPLE TAKE IT TOO FAR
AND GO ALL OUT WITH GIFTS
INSTEAD OF CELEBRATING LIFE
WHAT WE SHOULD BE
IS SO GRATEFUL FOR ALL WE HAVE
EVEN IF IT’S NOT MUCH
THAT’S ALL WE HAVE
THAT’S WHAT CHRISTMAS SHOULD BE ALL ABOUT.
BY
Honour Life
honour life
honour people loved
while they are here
rather than mourn
when they are gone
when it is too late
show a little sincere appreciation
for family friends life loved
saving you from empty alienation
appreciate gift love time
subtle small gifts divine
memories shine through time
to love appreciate fully now
seems a far better rational response
than to regret at fatal final hour
honour life
honour life
while it is here
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Please Send Me Someone (Anselmo's Song)
Some people said, if I could only care for you
Some people said, he will never love again
Some people said, you can see it in his eyes
He keeps it all inside and yet . . . .
Some people say, in time, we all teach ourselves to live this way
And for a thousand days, I was lost
I thought never to be found,
Underground
And don't you think I'm ready now?
So please send me someone to love . . .
Please send me someone, someone to love
As much as I loved you
(The way I loved you, darlin')
Please, please send me someone, someone to love
Please send me someone
Any time, any day, any time, any day now
Any time any day, any time, any day now
Please, please send me someone
Just to hold me now that you're gone
Some people say, "I hope you know I'm there for you"
Some of the people said - nothing,
And nothing was just fine
(You know how I get sometimes . . .)
And for a thousand days, I was lost
I said, "Heaven knows I'm ready to be found",
Underground
But I think I'm ready now
So please send me someone to love
Please send me someone, someone to love
As much as I loved you
Please, please send me someone, someone to love
Please send me someone
Please send me someone
Any time any day any time any day now
Any time any day any time any day now
Please, please send me someone
So say that you will, because the nights are long
Without our song to sing
Just search the clouds until . . . until
So say that you will
Show me right from wrong,
Without our song to sing
Just search the clouds until . . . until
And Darlin' darlin' though I can't replace you, there's a-ac
song performed by by George Michael
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The Gift
His spirit is His special gift,
He gives to you and me.
When you receive and embrace it,
All His other gifts you'll see.
But you have to seek to find it,
You won't receive if you don't ask.
Then you will then see through spiritual eyes,
Not through your man made mask.
There are people in this world,
You may like or you may not.
Each have their gifts to offer
But God's gifts just can't be bought.
So often we seek man made gifts,
That benefit ourselves.
But once we get what we want,
We store it on our shelves.
And as they sit and gather dust,
We look for our next fix.
We take our eyes off the real prize,
It's one of Satan's greatest tricks.
So when your old, and your life is done,
Do you think that you will say?
I'm happy I made a life of wealth,
And pushed those I loved away.
So listen to this simple truth,
And see what life's about.
It will take a great leap of faith,
But you'll love how it turns out.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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The Gifts of Life and Pollution
Nature's gifts are sunny beaches,
Nature's gifts are rocky mountains,
Nature's gifts are vast oceans,
Nature's gifts are the tranquil colors in the rainbow,
Nature's gifts are rain forests,
Nature's gift is life.
Our gifts are oceans filled with toxins,
Our gifts are global warming,
Our gifts are deserted forests,
Our gifts are killed animals,
Our gifts are serious diseases,
Our gift is pollution.
poem by Melanie Jackson
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Is Your Christmas Small?
Is Christ the heart of Christmas, is God in the place He should be?
On a day that we’re shuffling gifts, is it all just about you and me?
Isn’t Christmas about a King, who came to this earth for everyone?
And peace to all He would bring, as this Ruler was God’s own Son.
This very One, who came so meek, did not remain a child so small,
For that, baby so mild and weak, would grow to be The Lord of all.
But if people think of Christ at all, it won’t be as The Lord on High,
He is still that tiny baby in a stall, and in this time, we pass Him by.
How many people, would you say, of all the families on this earth,
When they celebrate Christmas Day, look beyond that infant birth?
How many people truly understand, as you consider every nation,
That Christ came to a tiny land, to bring the world God’s Salvation.
How is it men have come so far, within this intelligent human race,
Yet in this season, men will bar, all Truth of God’s Saving Grace?
Not using this Holy time of year, to lift up God’s Christmas Truth,
While giving in to political fear, concerned only of man’s reproof.
Why was Christ born my friend, to give the merchants a holiday?
Or, was it God’s means to an end, to show all men a better way?
Christmas would be awful small, if we didn’t have hope in Christ,
Who came to earth to die for all, so all men can have eternal life.
The Clock of Life
You fought for my freedom.
I lived like a slave.
You gave your life for me.
So I could be saved.
From a life lived for myself.
More was never enough.
The things I thought made life easier.
But it just made life tough.
Keeping up with the Joneses.
Of my treasures I’d boast.
My material possessions.
Were the things I loved most.
Not the gifts that you lent me.
But the treasures I earned.
Now I see just how Satan.
Wants me to get burned.
Keep your eyes on the prizes.
Let your gifts pay the price.
For all your heart it goes into.
Holds you tight like a vice.
It will squeeze your life from you.
You’ll leave God behind.
You don’t realize that Satan.
Is robbing you blind.
Once he has taken it from you.
He will take your last breath.
And what once was a gift.
Has now become death.
He keeps you in your past.
Makes you think of tomorrow.
And this takes your today.
Time it cannot be borrowed.
For it’s all that you have.
And it is what he will take.
Til your heart is so broken.
That your spirit will break.
Life lived for your body.
Or lived for your mind.
The truths of the earth.
Keeps your spirit confined.
Your love is your time.
Your heart ticks like a clock.
And when it is over.
Your time it will stop.
When it is finished.
When you are gone.
Will your spirit die too.
Or will it live on?
Spend your time very wisely.
And in others invest.
This is what the Lord tells us.
And our Father knows best.
Live your life by your spirit.
Body and mind they will die.
One day they’ll be buried.
But your spirit will fly.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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