Saturday 19 December 2015

Keep it.

Christmas for a believer is a very different one from what excites the world around us. 

You can keep your nights out,
your gyrating and drinking,
The horror next morning
of "What was I thinking??"
 
Keep your hangovers and
"hair of the dog"
Keep your "I'm fragile"
and muddled brain-fog.
 
Keep your warped antics
Your "Really? He Never!!"
Your "Wasn't that just the
best Christmas Do ever?"
 
Keep your provocative
Selfies Galore
With your underwear showing
And oh so much more.
 
Keep your "he's married?
It's innocent fun"
Keep your pathetic
"I'm hurting no-one"
 
Keep it - your tarnished
and poisonous treasure
Keep it - your selfish
and arrogant pleasures.
 
I don't want included,
Don't want to know,
Don't want to see pictures
Of all that's on show.
 
I want to remember
the babe in the manger,
And not just at Christmas,
My God's not a stranger.
 
He's closer and better
With much more to offer,
He's able to quench
with his life-giving water.
 
You don't need these trinkets
To fill that great void
You just need to listen - 
To hear his soft voice.
 
He offers much more
than this world can bestow
He's standing here waiting,
He just wants to know ...
 
Is there room in your heart
For the Saviour who loves you?
Who died to redeem you
Whose heart's aching for you?
 
To Him you are precious
That much is true,
Believe Him, He'll prove it
Jesus Loves You.

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