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.