One night during Christmas break I was keeping score for an intense game of HAND AND FOOT (I'm not part of a couple, hence the scorekeeper). I was a little bored so I got out a piece of paper and started jotting down some of my thoughts. This is what I came up with. Don't judge, I was running low on sleep and I'm not professional but this is one of the ways I can express how I feel about something.
Christmas
What does Christmas time mean to me?
Baby Jesus and shepherds on bended knee?
Candy canes, snow, and presents too?
This Christmas season, what will you do?
Do we remember our Savior and what He did?
Or do we just buy gifts for the lowest bid?
This holiday season I will dedicate to Him
The light of mine will not be dim
For our Savior’s birth we celebrate now
I will remember Him; but how?
Remember the legacy He left behind
These thoughts at the forefront of your mind
Think of His life and the gifts that He gave
He is kind, gentle, loving and brave
Teaching and leading, walking through the towns
Showing nothing but of how much his love abounds
Preaching in the temples and healing the sick
Using the priesthood, now that is the trick
The most precious gift given to you and me
Is the pain that He suffered in Gethsemane
He bled from each pore for each one of us
Tremendous pain but still in the Lord He did trust
Carrying His cross, not murmuring a complaint
"Jesus of Nazareth the King of the Jews" marked in paint
His mother stood by watching as people spat and yelled
And slowly, ever slowly our Savior surely paled
He never quit believing or praying to our God
In our Savior’s footsteps we should always try to trod
Every year we have reminders of the lessons He taught
Christmas isn’t about the candy or the presents to be bought
Think of His life and the gifts that He gave
He is kind, gentle, loving and brave
Teaching and leading, walking through the towns
Showing nothing but of how much his love abounds
Preaching in the temples and healing the sick
Using the priesthood, now that is the trick
The most precious gift given to you and me
Is the pain that He suffered in Gethsemane
He bled from each pore for each one of us
Tremendous pain but still in the Lord He did trust
Carrying His cross, not murmuring a complaint
"Jesus of Nazareth the King of the Jews" marked in paint
His mother stood by watching as people spat and yelled
And slowly, ever slowly our Savior surely paled
He never quit believing or praying to our God
In our Savior’s footsteps we should always try to trod
Every year we have reminders of the lessons He taught
Christmas isn’t about the candy or the presents to be bought
IT’S ALL ABOUT OUR SAVIOR, LORD, OUR BROTHER JESUS CHRIST
2 comments:
That's amazing Allee! I never knew you were such a poet,especially under such chaotic conditions as a rousing game of hand and foot. Thanks for sharing that. I love it!
Beautiful! You are so talented! We love you and thank you for keeping score!
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