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Dear Lord, what's happened to your season It was filled with joy We celebrated your sweet birth With gifts to girls and boys. Slowly your season's focus changed Folks started wanting more "More gifts will prove more love", they thought As they rushed from store to store Soon people started grumbling They craved from friend and kin Greed slowly reared it's ugly head The image of Christ dimmed Then ever faster went the pace As years rolled quickly by "Well, Bob got THIS, NO, I want That!" As Christmas further died "No, stop it all", I screamed in vain As people pushed and shoved And snarled and cursed their fellow man The ones they were to love From radios and TV sets To cameras, VCRS They desperately sought happiness Through lap tops and new cars The advertisers pushed it As greedily they fed Insted of peace, good will to all "This gift's a MUST", they said No, no one seemed to notice The solitary man Who shook with pangs of disbelief? At the mad scene He Scanned And as a tear shone Christ's cheek He slowly lowered His head "Is this the message I brought man? Where is the joy I spread?" I came on earth to spread the news The love of GOD for man But as HE slowly turned away He felt a little hand "Please don't cry, Mister-don't cry now Not at this time of year There is a birth to celebrate, A little child is here! Will You come down to my house, Sir? It's not so great, I know We're celebrating Jesus' birth It's not too far to go." And slowly Jesus turned away Looked at the little man, They left the noise and clatter And walked there hand in hand For me? I took His other hand And walked there with Him, too I hope you'll make Christmas A day for Him, not you. |
