Count Your Blessings
During this Holiday Season;
Count your many blessings,
No matter what Santa brings.
Let gratitude be the reason,
Your jubilant heart sings!
poem by Ray Lucero
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Holiday Debate
Happy holiday they say with a smile, even though they’re in denial,
All around man’s legitimate reason, why we even have this season,
When men and women all about earth, reflect on The Savior’s birth,
Through celebration and praise, as men lift up the Ancient of Days.
There are people on each side, who in Christ, do and do not abide,
Who do refuse to even celebrate, the season some may even hate,
Those, who truly love The Lord, say this season should be ignored,
While those with no religious belief, fill the season with undue grief.
Some peoples dispute the date, adding the calendar to the debate,
Using the harvest time as a reason, to discredit the holiday season;
There’re some who could care less, about a time many call blessed,
While they go on about their way; as for them, it is just another day.
No matter what the debate may be, another holiday all men will see,
Most men, again will participate, while others, continue their debate,
Friend, if you indeed participate, just how will your family celebrate?
Will your holiday be a secular kind, or a season with Christ in mind?
Whatever your view of this holiday, God’s Word has so little to say,
But, much to say about The Son, Who came that day, for everyone,
God’s Son, Who came with Salvation, for all men from every nation,
Is coming again, as King to receive, all those, who sincerely believe.
(Copyright ©07/2010)
Just Another Holiday
It is a season, a day to remember, annually, each month of December,
Originated by men of the earth, for remembrance of The Savior’s birth.
For that is the solitary reason, the world even has this Holiday season,
A Holiday that many now claim, should be observed without His Name.
We now have the accepted Holiday, as God’s presence is swept away,
A new Holiday, suitable to everyone, while leaving out God’s Only Son,
Replacing Christ with a jolly old man, who fits right into the devil’s plan,
And that fat old man Saint Nick, is making many people spiritually sick.
Political correctness rules the world, with much more yet to be unfurled,
That politically correct push has been, encouraged by that father of sin,
And his goal is the Lord’s demise, as he spiritually darkens men’s eyes,
Seducing men to forsake the reason, righteous men began this season.
Santa uses toys and other things, to sway youth from the King of kings,
Just another puppet of God’s foe, to sow in their hearts the devil’s woe,
As children believe in that fake, The Truth in time, they just may forsake,
Which is, God’s Truth and the reason, that we have this Holiday Season.
That is what this change is about, keeping souls, not yet in Heaven, out,
Displacing Christ from the Holiday, sending men on a much darker way,
To deny God’s Son and His birth, they’ll never see Heaven or New Earth,
But only darkness forevermore, since at Christmas they closed the door.
(Copyright ©12/2008)
Christmas At Its Best
To know Christmas at its best, you must come to Christ and rest,
Far from that weary holiday time, into that Light, which is sublime,
For a real meaning to this season, one with a true spiritual reason,
Beyond the songs this world sings, to The Lord of Eternal Things.
Away from all that holiday rush, God brings upon the soul a hush,
Quieting both the heart and mind, to find that gift of another kind,
This really is that special gift, not gained by one’s shopping thrift,
The Gift provided by God’s Grace, one in which you gain by faith.
Men only need to rest and pause, ignoring trees and Santa Claus,
Looking for the deeper meaning, as they seek a spiritual gleaning,
From the unmatched Gift of love, presented by The Father above,
As He presented to men His Son, the Gift from God for everyone.
The Gift of God’s Son Jesus Christ, truly changes a receiver’s life,
Unlike any other gift on this earth, Christ gives to one a New Birth,
Born Again of The Spirit of God, while present on this earthly sod,
Born from above into God’s Family, not for a season but eternally.
Not only does God offer us rest, but, the Gift of Christ is the best,
His Gift, not available in a store, offers the receiver so much more,
Unlike all gifts from seasons past, the Lord’s Gift will eternally last,
For when in Christ you do believe, eternal life with Him you receive.
(Copyright ©12/2009)
Christmas Cheer
This holiday season brings joy to hearts.
With the carolling of songs...
Delighting an open giveness that starts,
With a Christmas cheer that lures
Twinkling lights and tasteful sweet tarts
Endeared to endure.
This holiday season bestows reasons to live,
To forgive and forget with gifts we give.
Making Christmas what it should be...
Christmas remembered for what it is,
A time on Earth when a special child appeared!
Pine trees trimmed.
Topped with stars and angel wings.
Symbols enhanced to the dancing eyes,
Of children with hopes and dreams...
Of sleigh rides
Of reindeer
On rooftops with bells.
And a red suited Santa Claus,
Dropping toys made by elves.
This holiday season,
As we please each teasing whim,
Let us wish for a peace of mind...
We can deliver
From a source that has been stocked,
And ready to unlock from within!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Merry Is Christmas?
Many who say Merry Christmas, regarding Truth, are totally oblivious,
To the meaning behind this phrase, that we hear in these darker days.
Darker because The Light which came, many men today do not claim,
All Truth and Light being God’s Son, who came to earth for everyone.
From this season, one cannot hide, but, many are empty deep inside,
All streets may be filled with light, while many hearts are dark as night,
Not truly knowing why once a year, others celebrate this holiday cheer,
And they too, may not know the reason, why we celebrate this season.
Many men filled with festive song, view this holiday completely wrong,
While singing in their holiday spirit, Truth is not realized as they hear it,
And though giving is a noble thing, they dismiss the only Eternal King,
When from a child we mentally pause, and wind up with a Santa Claus.
A face that’s put on the many lies, ones deeper than a sleigh that flies,
As we’re told that he’s everywhere, knowing every child’s heartfelt care,
Saying that we’re all God’s children, even those who are still lost in sin,
Suggesting all men upon the earth, are God’s without the second birth.
Sad, Christmas will come and go, and The Truth many still won’t know,
With even one more said and done; many still do not know God’s Son,
Who came well before Christmas did, in this season is ignored and hid,
As many continue playing their part, in this season with an empty heart.
(Copyright ©11/2008)
Happy Holidays To All
The season for the joyful,
Brings with it a spirit of happiness lifted.
And those memories within us,
That seem never to cease...
As another year appears to draw to an end,
With promises to inspire...
An anticipation of gladness that begins.
The season for the joyful,
Brings together those far and near.
In a celebration all can share...
Felt as brisk winds fill the air,
With a freshness sought in the atmosphere.
And a witnessing of an acknowledgement...
There is an infectious feeling of cheer.
Happy holidays to all.
And to all those blessings received.
To indeed know those blessings to us come,
With an intent to keep desiring in our wishes...
That everyone this season before it leaves,
Discovers the connection between joy and faith.
And this comprehension is kept to please!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Holiday Song
Men sing have a holly jolly Christmas, but, what is meant by this?
Plus singing oh ho the mistletoe; part of an empty holiday show?
Where at in the holiday song, does the Lord Jesus Christ belong?
Or by purpose was Christ left out, though He is what it’s all about.
We hear song with little praise, about Christ, The Ancient of Days;
Before Him, there wasn’t reason, for today’s said holiday season,
When God came to earth as a man, to reveal His redemptive plan;
Some dismiss why Christ came, and so the season isn’t the same.
Many of the songs that men sing, lift not Christ as Lord and King,
Or speak of the baby in the hay, and why He came to all that day,
They speak not of a need to trust, but, only speak of worldly lust,
Noting not man’s spiritual need, while lifting up a shopping creed.
And this doesn’t start in the song, where this holiday goes wrong,
It all starts with man’s rejection of, the Lord on High and His love,
Turning from His Incalculable Gift, to a season of shop and thrift,
Handling shopping as a whole; while ignoring needs of their soul.
Turning aside from The Lord, Christmas Truth many have ignored,
Turning Christ into Santa Claus, should have us reflect and pause,
As secularizing Divine Truth, could bring on God’s strong reproof;
All has made a Christmas Holiday, for many into one Hollow Way.
(Copyright ©11/2009)
You Matter To Me
Look up, the sky is crying
Endless tears
Feels like my whole worlds dying
It hurts when youre not here
cause you matter to me and thats why
You still matter to me
And thats the only reason I need, to get by
You still matter to me, yes you do
I aint no good at talkin
So girl Im tellin you straight
My heart feels just like an orphan
I hope Im not too late
cause you matter to me and thats why (and thats why)
You still matter to me
And thats the only reason I need, to get by
You still matter to me, yes you do
If I could have just one wish
Id stand you in my place
Then youd know how much I miss you
Youll never be replaced
cause you matter to me and thats why (and thats why)
You still matter to me
And thats the only reason I need, to get by
You still matter to me, yes you do
You still matter to me
And thats the only reason I need, to get by
You still matter to me, yes you do
cause you matter to me, yes you do
And thats the only reason I need, to get by (get by)
cause you matter to me, aint no lie
And thats the only reason I need, to get by (get by)
cause you matter to me, yes you do
And thats the only reason I need, aint no lie
song performed by by Kiss
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Passion
There's something in my heart
That I'm burning to say
Loving you ain't easy coz
My pride gets in the way
Words are like butter
Rolling off my lips
Cut like a knife
And now I'm sinking battleships
(You know you want)
Give me a reason to take you back
Give me a reason to share
Give me a reason cause love is a season
But give me a reason to care
I like my freedom
Yeh that's my style
My manifesto lullaby
Give me a reason cause love is a season
But give me no reason to cry
There's something in your kiss
That I can't let you go
My heart says yes
My head says no
Passion's so cruel
But so hard to resist
Unfashionably cool
But its you that I miss
Give me a reason to take you back
Give me a reason to try
Give me a reason cause love is a season
But give me no reason
My passion is in season
song performed by by Geri Halliwell
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My Heart Sings
My heart sings.
My heart sings the songs of happiness.
My heart sings the songs of joy.
My heart sings the songs of peace.
My heart sings the songs of the Blues.
My heart sings the songs of the Gospel.
My heart sings the songs of good news.
My heart cries a melody for all to hear.
My heart sings the harmonies of love.
My heart sings a song of beauty
that comes from the Thorne Birds
just before they die.
My heart sings songs to keep me alive.
My heart sings songs for as long as it beats.
My heart sings forever.
My heart sings haluwasa.
My heart sings.
poem by Jennifer Burns
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Greeting The Season
The holiday season always starts, a rush of people with weary hearts,
A time ordered for season’s greetings, rushing all to family meetings.
While rushing to malls filled with holly, covered with commercial jolly,
Peoples searching far and near, to find some temporal holiday cheer.
They find festive noise is all around, as lights and ornaments abound,
And at the root, what is the cause; a jolly old man named Santa Claus.
Hiding Truth from girls and boys, using nothing but those simple toys,
Filling their hearts with temporal joys, in the midst of the festive noise.
The Christmas Truth people seldom lift, even though it was God’s gift,
The one gift from The Lord above; a special gift of The Father’s Love.
And unlike other gifts of the past, this one gift from God will truly last,
When all the other gifts cease to be, this one gift shall last for eternity.
That special Gift was God’s Only Son, that one gift sent for everyone,
God’s Only Begotten Son, Jesus Christ, sent to give all men New Life.
And this Gift was not under a tree, but nailed upon a cross on Calvary,
Where Christ himself paid the price, as He became for men a sacrifice.
God’s Gift will give you peace on earth, through His Gift of New Birth,
And Christ will forgive all your sin, if you would simply believe in Him,
To fill your heart with Heaven’s hush, even in this festive holiday rush,
So this season you’ll be gleaning, its true reason with God’s meaning.
Gratitude is our most direct line to God and the angels. If we take the time, no matter how crazy and troubled we feel, we can find something to be thankful for. The more we seek gratitude, the more reason the angels will give us for gratitude and joy to exist in our lives.
quote by Terry Lynn Taylor
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Another Christmas
We don’t need another Christmas, but, we need the Lord Jesus,
The Savior, Who was long before, this holiday that many adore;
Whether just a day or the season, many forget He is the reason,
Why we observe Christmas at all, now, it’s tainted by man’s fall.
Christmas day will come and go, but Jesus many need to know,
He is the beginning and the end, well before and after my friend;
On this holiday we call Christmas, by many, The Truth is missed,
He’s the Only Gift we must embrace, sent to all, by God’s Grace.
Not only did Christ come before, but only His Gift’s forevermore,
Christmas will be over my friend, unlike my Lord who has no end,
Christ cannot be packed away, for in a believer He’s here to stay,
For The Lord shall never depart, with God’s Spirit within our heart.
Not only for a holiday season, but for each day He is the reason,
For a believer’s life and breath, since for us, He destroyed death,
And given the gift of eternal life, through that babe, who is Christ,
Now, no longer that babe in a stall, but, our Lord reigning over all.
It’s not Christmas but God above, who fills men with joy and love,
Joy that some men just ignore, knowing not what Christmas is for,
Not knowing the God of Eternity, they’ll look for gifts under a tree,
They don’t need another Christmas, but instead need Christ Jesus.
A Reason And A Purpose
A Reason And A Purpose
Our life's journey here on earth
has a reason and a purpose
We have our ups and downs
and we have to deal life
In a gracious manner and more fulfilling
counting our blessings from day to day
Focusing on the pains and sufferings
will only miss the beauty and richness life can offer
there must be a reason why
Just look at the brighter side
Allow your heart to leap with joy
And with gratitude to the One Above
God has a reason and a purpose
In His time, everything will be for the best
He will take care of the rest.
be happy and contented
God bless you
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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As Santa Claus receives my gift
every child's dream is to receive, a gift from Santa Claus,
no matter what gift, as long its from the Santa of christmas
time
it's always a dream of every Mommy's and Daddy's at this
season, that in every wishes they hope may come true, the
lola's and lolo's comes and find meaning seeing their
wonderful grand-sons and grand-daughters, showered with
gifts of candies, beautiful dresses, chocolates and etc.
its Santa's Day, and its my happy day, i waited so long that
special day will come, and i'm so delighted of giving by gift
to the one that brings every hearts into a very special moment
of each families
as i wrapped, my gift, my heart ask, whether this simple
token i give, be accepted to his heart, folded it with golden
blue color and a lace with red that makes my gift to
special to see
exactly 12: 00 o'clock, midnight the Santa Claus i always idolized,
and dream off, have just come down from his sleigh, immediately
i meet him, and he knows me, he calls my name 'tony'. i smiled
and told him, that i'm very, very happy, at the same time giving
my gift to him, my Santa Claus replied, thank you
as he opened the gift, he notice, that my eyes look at him, with
a smiling face, just i want to emote myself, i know i can control
my emotion at that time, a little silent left on my lips, as he laugh
at me, hoh..hoh...hoh...you wrote me a letter?
My Santa Claus, pose in a second as he read the dedication
on the top of the gift, a simple inquiry and a little question,
why, until....' TODAY '.... you are alone...and nobody dare
to follow your footsteps......
..... this very moment my gift is not yet open.... please open it...
poem by Antonio Liao
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Count Your Blessings
Everyday we should count our blessings,
for everything we have,
for somewhere in the world,
there are those who will never have,
all the things we take for granted.
So count your blessings for all the food you eat,
because somewhere some are starving,
and would give anything to eat.
Therefore, the next time you come home,
and sit in a comfortable chair,
stop for a moment and look around,
and count your blessing for everything you got.
poem by David Harris
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He Brings Me Flowers
He brings me flowers
for no special reason.
He brings me flowers
for each new season.
Pointsettias in winter,
a bright rosy red
to comfort me from words left unsaid.
Violets in springtime
that he picks for me,
reminders of how we used to be.
Roses in summer
with scent so sweet,
a memory of when we first did meet.
Mums in autumn
as yellow as the sun
to shine for me
like we've just begun.
I treasure these flowers
of each new season
because I know
that his love is the reason.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Call Me Claus
May not know by lookin' at me
Who you're looking at exactly
Wonder who could that be in your stockin'
Suit of red and cheeks of cherry
Lookin' extraordinary
Spare me cause you scare with your gawkin'
Hold your applause
Pick up your jaws
Call me Claus, hoah
I got the spirit of the season in me
Spreadin' joy and toys a'plenty
Nimbly down your chimney I'll be bumpin'
Give me room 'cause I'm a packin'
Only time for toys and snackin'
Love to stay here yackin'
But I'm humpin'
I got a cause
No time to pause
They call me Claus
Hoah, call me Santa
Call me Kringle
Call me Old Saint Nick
All those have a beautiful ring
Pleasin' is the reason
And the season's a kick
When your Santa
Baby, you gotta swing
Swing, I dare ya, yeah
Hey, call me Santa
Call me Kringle
Call me Old Saint Nick
All those have a beautiful ring
Pleasin' is the reason
And the season's a kick
When you Santa
Baby, you gotta swing
So while in your jammies sleepin'
Roof to roof I'll be a leapin'
Quickly if your creepin' for a peepin'
The oohs and aahs
Are all because
They call me Claus
Hold your applause
Hey, watch the paws
They call me Claus
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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We Call On Him (take 4,5)
We call on Him
Whenever storm clouds gather
We call on Him to light our darkest day
Why must it be that only when we're lonely
And hopes are dim, we call on Him
Why don't we call on Him before we lose our way
To count our blessings and thank Him while we may
We call on Him when no-one else will answer
We ask of Him a reason to go on
When our cup of joy becomes a cup of sorrow
Filled to the brim, we call on Him
Why don't we call on Him before we lose our way
To count our blessings and thank Him while we may
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Santa Got Drunk For Christmas
A little too much
Holiday cheer
Twas the night before
His wedding anniversary
And he wakes up
In trouble
Next to a ho, ho, ho
Not so jolly now
Cos he's got
Such a awful hangover
Went a bit overboard
Santa got drunk for Christmas
The elves wanted to party
How could he say no?
They had all worked so hard
Making those toys
So off they went
To the local North Pole bar
To sing and dance
Eat, drink, and be merry
Then oops things got
Just a little out of hand when
Santa got drunk for Christmas
Got tipsy
Underneath the mistletoe
Oh how he made them all
Wanna throw up
When Santa did his dance
Swung his candy cane all around
Scared them to and fro
With a belly
That made it clear
Someone had had too much jelly
On the night Santa got drunk for Christmas
Uh oh
Santa's on the naughty list now
Cos Mrs. Claus just found out
Tonight closing those legs
Tells old Saint Nick
You ain't getting none
It's sleeping on the couch and AA for you
Don' t wanna ever catch you
With that vixen again
Such a sad case
Too bad
This is his story
Of one holiday
Gone so very wrong
The night
Santa got drunk for Christmas
poem by Ramona Thompson
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