In a world where everything is gauged by price
Profit at any cost no matter if it causes vice
Purchases made with little thought
Just wanting to out do what someone else has bought
Attempts at emotions once very real
Now void of real love so there's little one feels
Decorations costly, gaudy and pretentious
Hardly bring back the values once known to any of us
Children all greedy wondering what they might find
Under the glitz of a tree; is all that's on their mind
Music so modern, one scarce can tell
If it exemplifies Heaven or is straight from Hell
They now call it X-mas so no one will remember or see
The CHRIST in CHRISTmas WHO came to redeem you and me
Reduced to a winter holiday, or so I am told
Their last fatal attempt to remove the GLORIOUS story so old
Then Michael Landon Sr. gives us a view
Of what once was a BLESSING, for anyone who knew
Or could remember the days of "Little House on the Prairie"
And the beautiful values and truths Christmas can carry
As each reflects back on the JOY of real LOVE
And the SAVIOUR come to earth, our gift from above
Oh GOD, my prayer is, soon men will see
The CHRIST of CHRISTmas in light of ETERNITY
Before it's too late and our land known as the USA
Has gone into oblivion, because we fail to acknowledge or pray
Remaining ONE NATION UNDER GOD
Reclaiming the land our forefathers trod
Willing to return to the foot of the cross
Before it's too late and everything's lost
Let just one Christmas pass, wherein there's not one single gift
Except the exchange of LOVE and the knowledge of this
That as we gather once again as families of old
We share in the preparation of only food; as the Christmas Story is told
Really sharing together, not false insecure material things
But communicating real LOVE, as everyone sings
Sharing in an awesome meal in which everyone helped prepare
As their love is digested and once again we know that we care
That the world all around is bound to see
This is the land of the brave and home of the free
Who refuse to allow others to step in
And turn over our Nation to the author of sin
Singing with a voice heard way beyond just this earth
Proclaiming: "JOY TO THE WORLD" concerning OUR SAVIOURS birth
And while many of us know the data is completely wrong
Or that even the use of a tree dripped in tinsel and gold doesn't belong
If one follows SCRIPTURE by every letter and verse
Some proclaiming such action couldn't be worse
But I would remind you, REAL SALVATION given directly by GOD
Would find such critical actions truly odd
HE, WHO is Author and Finisher of LOVE you see
Knows the HEART of the true BELIEVER is really set free
And is holding most to what Laura Ingalls remembers
The CHRISTmas Story and LOVE shared around burning embers
OH, yes anyone can well over due
Loosing the true meaning once known to the whole world to be true
It was obvious then as it still is today
People even uninformed about CHRIST, treated each other better some way
For they too remember it as a time we all shared the view
That there was some good left in the world for me and for you
So now satan has accomplished his desire my friend
As both sinner and would be saint try's to put to an end
A celebration which has the power to affect everyone's mind
If for only a few days men attempt to be kind
I for one choose to believe SCRIPTURE'S most POWERFUL VOICE
Is our gift of FREE WILL, wherein we make the choice
To use SCRIPTURE has a hammer, or a LETTER OF LOVE, given
Allowing our knowledge to be cloaked in pride, as on others it's driven
To point out fault as spiritual buried treasure, claiming it a law by which we must abide
Placing undue burdens on both saint and sinner, when it simply hides
An arrogance I find not founded in GRACE
For which no real BELIEVER in CHRIST should allow a place
Why there are a few whole organizations, which house arrogance so strong
There's not a way in Heaven or Earth to CHRIST could they belong
One with beehive hair, no makeup, more proud are they
Than any REAL SAINTS I remember, who really knew how to pray
Another with buildings void of windows, proclaiming to be a watchtower
Holding fast the laws of SCRIPTURE, relative to CHRISTmas to this very hour
No windows, what do they fear GOD or we might see
No wonder they're blind to things concerning ETERNITY
My poem is NOT meant to hurt anyone FRIEND
Just to remind us of THEE LOVE our HEAVENLY FATHER did send
Hoping its message might allow you to find
Acceptance of BELIEVERS who too are of CHRIST MIND
Who celebrate not as the world at large I describe
But rather the awesome reality of HIS LOVE, which in them does abide
Lighting a tree or maybe a candle a light or two
In remembrance of HIM, WHO truly lights the way for me and for you
For HE is THEE very SPIRIT of all real TRUTH which only HE can impart
What path we each MUST follow, who've yielded our whole heart
So let us each celebrate our SAVIOUR, not out of strife
But each truly as real BELIEVERS; who have given HIM their life |
