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Christmas “Unplugged”

“But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night. And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither…” ~ Psalm 1:2-3a – – – – – – – – – – – – – “Preach the word; be instant in season, out of season…” ~ 2 Timothy 4:2a

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Not Only Christmas Day

Lord, this is my prayer
Not only on Christmas Day
But until I see You face to face
May I live my life this way:

Just like the baby Jesus
I ever hope to be,
Resting in Your loving arms
Trusting in Your sovereignty.

And like the growing Christ child
In wisdom daily learning,
May I ever seek to know You
With my mind and spirit yearning.

Like the Son so faithful
Let me follow in Your light,
Meek and bold, humble and strong
Not afraid to face the night.

Nor cowardly to suffer
And stand for truth alone,
Knowing that Your kingdom
Awaits my going home.

Not afraid to sacrifice
Though great may be the cost,
Mindful how You rescued me
From broken-hearted loss.

Like my risen Savior
The babe, the child, the Son,
May my life forever speak
Of who You are and all You’ve done.

So while this world rejoices
And celebrates Your birth,
I treasure You, the greatest gift
Unequaled in Your worth.

I long to hear the same words
That welcomed home Your Son,
“Come, good and faithful servant,”
Your Master says, “Well done.”

And may heaven welcome others
Who will join me in praise
Because I lived for Jesus Christ
Not just on Christmas Days

by Mary Fairchild

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“Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father… For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in: Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me. Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink? …a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee? Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee? And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.” ~ Matthew 25:34-40

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When He Died

Lights are flashing, people are dashing,
it’s so cold out it would kill a snowman,
Cash register’s ringing, Caroler’s singing,
and a man digs through a trash can.

Everyone’s shopping, nobody’s stopping,
as he holds out the paper cup he’s found,
With holiday cheer, filling the air,
he begs from his seat on the cold ground.

Music is playing, everyone’s saying,
Merry Christmas and oh yes Happy New Year,
Yet all step around, the man on the ground,
pretending there’s no one to see there.

Hungry and cold, broken and old,
With a beard and all dirty they think he’s strange,
Their filled with detest, by his simple request,
can you please help me out with some spare change.

No one would dare, to venture near,
the old man with change to be given,
All stepped aside, as he walked with no pride,
to the alley with the box that he lives in.

By TrueBlu9

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