We want our presents in pretty paper
All wrapped up in a shiny neat bow
We want our faith to be the same
So our doubts and struggles never show
Yet the greatest gifts aren’t neat and tidy
Like the manger birth steeped in blood
A child born like any other babe
With the addition of dirty stable mud
And Christ’s willing sacrifice on the cross
After flogging caused welts and spit adorned
The bleeding brow of the King of kings
Ringed by crowds who mocked and scorned
Each trial and loss we face in life
Can draw us closer to the God we need
If we don’t bury the doubts that rise
But seek the gift each death has freed
Open the messy presents He gives
To find healing for all of life’s woes
Remember when you grieve the most
The Babe born to die for you knows
This post really speaks to me. If you get a facebook friend request from Priscilla Grant it is actually from me.
Love and blessings,
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Linda!
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Sure. Just emailed you. 🙂
It had not been easy and simple that one sees today. Festive seasons now had been preceded with lots of sacrifices. Wonderful take Linda, with all the rhymings intact! Merry Christmas to you and happy hols!
Thanks. Merry Christmas to you, too.
This was just perfect for me, Linda! Thank you and Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas to you, too, Debbie!