It's Christmas...

Children gather round the tree, for it is Christmas day
Shaking gifts, they're wondering: "are these things for play.."
Looking on with loving hearts, parents: young and old;
Call to mind those memories of when they were so bold.

Tinseled trees and sparkling lights herald this new day
Melodies and carolers contribute in their way
Taking time to stop and pray before the start of all
Believers,  from the world around, recall a Babe so small..

Warming smiles and smells of food are filtering through the air
Laughter and the sound of fun are echoing everywhere
Families from the world around enjoy their traditional way
Of celebrating this time of year: especially Christmas day..

Tinseled trees and sparkling lights herald this new day
Melodies and carolers contribute in their way
Taking time to stop and pray before the start of all
Believers,  from the world around, recall a Babe so small..

It is good to remember now that there are some people who weep
And there are those know no one and are homeless on the street
Should we become the lucky ones, who see them along our way
Let us resolve to help them out with love this Christmas day

Tinseled trees and sparkling lights herald this new day
Melodies and carolers contribute in their way
Taking time to stop and pray before the start of all
Believers,  from the world around, recall a Babe so small..

"All is calm, all is bright"

"All is calm" and "all is bright"
Are some words from Silent Night
But in our world and in our day
Can they describe us and our way?

We deck the halls and light the tree
But do we know how it came to be:
That we would run to store and mall
To buy some gifts for one and all..?

With wrapping paper, bows and tape
We wrap and get ready to celebrate
The memory and moment of One Most Dear:
Jesus our Savior, joining us here

He didn't come with a royal throne
Though He was king, it wasn't known
And so the setting for This Arrival
Was humble and hideous: poor Little Child..

We must remember with all our might
Who gave the gift with greatest light
It isn't the one who was paying the most
But HE who continues to be our Host

Guardians of this world....

In the hush of the evening, a quiet sound is heard:
A hundred thousand angels hover without a word
Watching over a nation, a city and a home
Guardians of this world will never leave us alone

Heartaches, that are sounding, filter through the air;
While people sharing laughter celebrate unaware
That somewhere in the city. a heartbreak has been known..
Guardians of this world will bring peace to every home

The mornings and the evenings the daylight and the night
Hold us inside this ambient where angels keep their flight
For though we  wander careless or upright in our ways
Guardians of this world will direct our nights and days..

So while this poem is over and the words  no longer flow
There is one  final message that everyone should know
Our souls were made for Heaven and no matter where we go
Guardians of this world will stand up against God's foe

We have angels by our side

I woke up from my sleep and dancing into my night
A hundred little sparklets were visible to my sight
I squinted my eyes to focus I shook myself, my head
A hundred little lightlets kept glowing about my bed

A hundred little angels were around my bed last night
At first I didn't know it but now its clear as light
I really don't know how to describe it but words I choose to write
To share with all the world that we have angels by our side

I got up from my bedlet and I washed my hands and face
Returned to take my slumber and the sparklets maintained  their place
I laid down back to ponder it and watched into the night
And realized that I was visited by angels with their light

A hundred little angels were around my bed last night
At first I didn't know it but now its clear as light
I really don't know how to describe it but words I choose to write
To share with all the world that we have angels by our side

The memory of these sparklets was with me as I awoke
I remembered how they were lingering and warmed me like a cloak
The sight of them was such a mystery but I know they were Heaven led
I'll never forget these moments or how angels surrounded my bed

A hundred little angels were around my bed last night
At first I didn't know it but now its clear as light
I really don't know how to describe it but words I choose to write
To share with all the world that we have angels by our side

If There's ever a chance in your lifetime you are able to see
A hundred little angels aglow with   mystery
Don't run or try to fight it just sit there in  quiet awe
And realize  God has graced you with everything you saw..'

A hundred little angels were around my bed last night
At first I didn't know it but now its clear as light
I really don't know how to describe it but words I choose to write
To share with all the world that we have angels by our side

The days before Christmas

Glowing lights and tinseled halls
Fill the minds of those in malls
For it is the season after fall
Where we spend and buy for all...

While the children look with glee
At the play things that they see
They are hoping and believe
Santa'll bring them.. Christmas Eve

At a distance Church bells ring
Reminding  us of Whom we sing
God among us, once so small
Gave us Christmas one and all..

Then we hurry here and there
Barely stopping for our prayer
Buying, shopping, gifts galore
Have we something for the Lord?

Then we ponder.. one by one
Have we something for everyone
Traffic's heavy, getting late
Time to wrap and decorate...

When its over and all is done
Will we regret the joy and fun
Or will we be happy and  at peace
Knowing Christmas is a time to feast...

The love of money

The love of money can blur our vision
And put our senses  out of commission
The love of money and  of acquiring
Is for the soul a firing squad firing

The soul is searching; the mind is plotting
One is forever  the other's rotting
Life is a mixture of two sides  vying:
One is the eternal and the other is  dying

The love of money can blur our vision
And put our senses out of commission
The love of money and  of  acquiring
Is for the soul a firing soul firing

The soul enlightened can see things clearly
It loves all people and things sincerely
But the stingy someone with love for no one
Hasn't any wisdom or concern for anyone.

The love of money can blur our vision
And put our senses out of commission
The love of money and of  acquiring
Is for the soul a firing soul firing

The broken people, the hungry people
Aren't needing sermons or a steeple
This world is hungry its soul is dying
Its needing kindness there is no denying

The love of money can blur our vision
And put our senses out of commission
The love of money and  of acquiring
Is for the soul a firing soul firing