Poetry & Prose ~~ 'Tis The Reason For The Season

In the hustle and bustle of the season,

             have you stopped to consider the reason?

Why do we toil so everything will be first rate,

             waiting until December 25^th just to celebrate?

Is your heart stirred by the good food,

             tree or gifts,

The music, cards, and parties,

             or the opening of ski-lifts?

Do you long to meet with family and friends

            that you all love so dearly,

To reminisce of times long ago

            that you still remember clearly?

Perhaps the passing of loved ones

             makes you feel lonely and sad,

It’s hard to get through this time

            because you’re just not very glad.

Millenniums ago, the prophet Isaiah foretold,

            that the virgin would bear a son,

Born in Bethlehem, and called Immanuel,

            His advent was a most humble one.

This baby boy, better known as Jesus,

            came to die on the cross for our sin.

Until we repent and accept Him as Savior,

            there’s no way we will ever win.

Is Jesus knocking on the door of your heart,

            or have you already let Him in?

Are you wearing your robe of righteousness,

            or are you still living in your sin?

So take a moment, amidst your frantic pace

            to commune with the King of Kings.

For no one else can deliver joy and peace;

            none other gives the life He brings!

This poem is featured along with twenty-nine others in Volume One of Poetry Time which is available on Amazon or in my Etsy shop, BooksbySheilaEismann.

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Poetry & Prose - "The Work of Your Hands I See"

In all of Your creation, it is the work of Your hands I see.

            Your fingerprints are everywhere, proclaiming Your majesty.

You hold the universe together by the power of Your spoken Word,

            And all of creation cries out in praise proclaiming Your matchless worth. 

When the morning sun rises and is ever shining bright,

            I am reminded that You alone are the light of my life.

When I gaze into the midnight sky and see the countless stars,

             Knowing You named them one by one overwhelms my heart. 

In the early spring when Your gardens burst forth with vibrant flowers,

            I see Your awesome wonders and I sense Your mighty power.

Rainbows remind me of Your everlasting covenant, Your promises forever true, 

             And what You have said in your Word, You are faithful to do.

  

Just like the summer rains that fall upon the desert sands, 

             Your love rains down on me and I am safe in the palm of Your hand.

 And just like the waters of the sea that needs the oceans’ shore, 

             Oh how I need your presence in my life,  I need You more.  

 Even in the midst of a raging storm and all hope seems to be gone,

            You fill my life with laughter and joy, my heart overflows with song.

In all of Your marvelous creation I see an intricate design and plan,

             I feel the power of Your love, and I see the works of Your mighty hands.

Contributed by Lesta of Heartsong Treasures

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