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 25th
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.
Happy Reading in Poetry's Presence, & Merry Christmas to you and yours!
