Slippin’ and slidin’
over the walk,
Even our puppies are
starting to balk.
Ice hanging down from
each tree branch and eave,
And when I come in,
water runs down my sleeve.
Yup, it is winter in
Missouri
style,
You can tell as the
sleet starts to build in a pile.
Better stay in ‘till
the ice should depart,
‘cause with a small
bit of luck, you car will not start.
But maybe there’s
reason for winter’s assault,
It causes us to
wonder and calls us to halt
All our rushing and
racing to get everything done,
And maybe, just
maybe, to discover the fun
Of knowing that
Christmas will be here quite soon,
Whether we are now
ready, or won’t be ‘till June.
Because you see,
Christmas is coming, ready or not!
Doesn’t care if we’re
ready, it’s part of the plot
That God has created
to give us a gift,
A light for our lives
that guarantees us a lift,
A brightening of
spirits, a joy in our soul,
A promise of
goodness, God’s love makes us whole.
For we’re never ready
for God to impart
A child in a stable
who touches our heart,
A child who will grow
up to make the blind see,
To let the deaf hear,
and to set captives free.
It really has nothing
to do with green trees,
Or glitter or
reindeer. It’s us on our knees,
In deep adoration, in
knowing God’s grace,
And putting an end to
our need to embrace,
A pile of presents
and too much to eat,
Our parties and holly
which serve to defeat
The call to be quiet
and let the race cease,
To stand by the
manger, His birth, Prince of…
Peace,
Alex
