LET'S KEEP CHRIST IN CHRISTMAS

Let's keep Christ in Christmas,
Don't send our Lord away.
Christmas comes just once a year,
But God's here, everyday.

We know that you are busy,
With so very much to do;
But let's keep Christ in Christmas,
As He keeps loving you.

Trees and decorations,
And shopping all day long;
But at the top of your Christmas list,
Keep the message from this song.

Many, many years ago,
There was no room for Him.
And now, it's almost Christmas,
Will you let Jesus in?

We worship Him on Sunday,
And in His Church will be,
Those with time to let Him in,
His Christian Family.

So, let's keep Christ in Christmas,
Don't send our Lord away.
Christmas comes just once a year,
But God's here, everyday.

WHAT IS CHRISTMAS

It's only October,(November)
And yet, I find,
The stores decked out
For Christmas time.

Trees and gay ornaments,
Ribbons and bows;
Bright lights and tinsel,
All lined up in rows.

But then, "What is Christmas?"
It's hard to define,
With all it's traditions
And wrappings in mind.

Stockings and presents,
Homes to attend;
Have we lost the meaning
Of Christmas?.....But then,

A nativity scene
On some mantle may stand,
To show there's still something
Remembered by man.

It's a promise fullfilled,
By the Lord, up above.
A "Beginning of life,"
As proof of His love.

A man must be born,
Live sinless, then die,
For payment of sins,
Saving both you and I.

JUST THE BEGINNING

We sing of the babe, and we sing of the star.
We sing of the wisemen, who came from afar.
We sing of a virgin, who touched by no one,
Through the Spirit of God, gave birth to a son.

But remember, the Christmas is just the beginning,
Of miracles, done through Jesus while living.
His death on the Cross, the pure life that He gave,
Paid our dept to God, so by grace we are saved.

So joyfully worship, with songs and thanksgiving,
And  share love with others, as He did while living.
But never forget the reason behind
The birth of this babe, what it's meant to mankind.

His birth's a fullfillment of God's prophecy;
By His death, through His love, we live eternally.

IN RESPONSE TO A BIRTHDAY PRAYER

IN RESPONSE TO A BIRTHDAY PRAYER a

by Carol Swanson King on Friday, October 21, 2011 at 11:13am

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     Good memories are made to share,
     Bad memories will fade away,
     Because our Father is always there,
     Each and every day.
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Her love warms you, as you as you go your way,
Because with the Father, she's happy, today.
And the memories that you turn to,
Will always keep her close to you.
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When you talk to Father, or silently pray,
Because of Jesus, she's not far away.
And the path that is set in front of you,
Each step you take, brings her closer, too.
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REFLECTIONS TO FAMILY
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Your mother is a Christian,
And a Christian never dies;
But returns unto the Father,
While her love lives on inside.
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Oh Father, this I earnestly pray,
Stay with each child, throughout the day;
And when temptations, their face do show,
Please guide them how You'd have them go.
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When you start to learn,
You start: A, B, C;
Once your letters are known,
It's the words that you see.
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Love and understanding
Are like a bouncing ball,
Which can only be caught,
After you have let it fall.
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Share a little laughter,
A smile or wave will do.
'Twill brighten up another's day,
And make you happy, too.
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To pray, first close your mind,
And open your heart,
And the words to God,
You will impart.
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When you go to count your blessings,
Each and every one,
And you think your count is finished,
God has just begun.
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A Christian friend is very rarel
They don't just take, they also share.
They quietly help, though it may not show,
And by lending a hand, help others to grow.
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* ( Other poems can be found on my website at    http://carolpoemgiver.blogspot.com  )
Flowers to brighten your day.

YOU CAN'T GO BACK

You can't go back is a saying,
That I never understood.
Until the day, that I returned,
To the place of my childhood.

I remember there, where I was raised,
Amongst the apple trees,
How the blossoms were like bouquets,
With their fragrence on every breeze.

Their was a little dusty lane,
That led down to a brook,
With a small rock wall, behind it,
On this pathway that I took.

I used to like to wade in it,
And cross to the other side.
I'd climb that little hill of woods,
And play "pretend and hidel"

I'd wander through the orchard,
When on my way back home,
And dream of all the places,
Out there, for me to roam.

I'd kick at clumps of orchard grass,
In rows all freshly mowed,
Surrounded by those apple trees,
In this place where I had growed.

Ten years had quickly slipped away,
And then I made  a trip back home,
The place was hard to recognize,
With orchards wild, and overgrown.

That dusty lane, I used to walk,
It still was partiallly therel
But, remembering, "How it used to be," 
Was almost more than I could bear.

So, when I hear, "You can't go back,"
I now know what it means,
But then, I found I could go back,
In my memories and dreams.

"You can't go back," how true that is,
Yhe "past" is not "today,
But warm thoughts of our past,
Can help us live a better way.

REFLECTIONS TO FAMILY

Your mother is a Christian,
And a Christian never dies;
But returns unto the Father,
While her love lives on inside.
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Oh Father, this I earnestly pray,
Stay with each child, throughout the day;
And when temptations, their face do show,
Please guide them how You'd have them go.
*****
When you start to learn,
You start: A, B, C;
Once your letters are known,
It's the words that you see.
*****
Love and understanding
Are like a bouncing ball,
Which can only be caught,
After you have let it fall.
*****
Share a little laughter,
A smile or wave will do.
'Twill brighten up another's day,
And make you happy, too.
*****
To pray, first close your mind,
And open your heart,
And the words to God,
You will impart.
*****
When you go to count your blessings,
Each and every one,
And you think your count is finished,
God has just begun.
*****
A Christian friend is very rarel
They don't just take, they also share.
They quietly help, though it may not show,
And by lending a hand, help others to grow.

RAIN FELL DOWN

Rain fell down on a cold dismal day,
While a battle raged inside.
A valiant soul tried to flee the body,
Which on a bed did lie.

It wasn't an easy fight to win,
For the body struggled to keep
This life which had suffered so long inside,
From getting beyond it's reach.

Away from the pain and the heartaches,
From the tears so silently cried.
This fight went on, day in, night out,
For it didn't want to die.

That body fought, and tried to stop
This soul from getting away.
But, the Lord stepped in, and the battle was won,
While her loved ones watched and prayed.

Rain fell down on a cold dismal day,
But, now the battle's won.
Bright flowers lay against the ground,
But the soul is with the Son.