The Intersection (Christmas)
by Mark Jackson
Here we stand on this busy street corner
At the intersection of memories and tradition
The traffic circle where what we believe
and what we hope for and we hope in
Merge
And yet the temptation is to rubberneck
To look at the pretty lights
Tear open the carefully wrapped presents
Admire the Nativity sets for their beauty
rather than their meaning
And while there's nothing wrong with
enjoying the scenery
Perhaps it would help to remind ourselves
that the ultimate destination
of this Baby's journey
is the Cross
and the Tomb
And we are here at the intersection of God's grace
and our sin
The traffic circle where His love for us
and our hopelessness without Him
Merge
A Prayer for Christmas Morning
by Henry Van Dyke
The day of joy returns, Father in Heaven,
and crowns another year with peace and good will.
Help us rightly to remember the birth of Jesus,
that we may share in the song of the angels,
the gladness of the shepherds,
and the worship of the wisemen.
Close the doors of hate and
open the doors of love all over the world.
Let kindness come with every gift
and good desires with every greeting.
Deliver us from evil, by the blessing that Christ brings,
and teach us to be merry with clean hearts.
May the Christmas morning make us happy to be thy children,
And the Christmas evening bring us to our bed
with grateful thoughts,
forgiving and forgiven,
for Jesus' sake.
Amen.
You Gotta Get Up (Christmas Song)
by Rich Mullins
I thought Christmas Day would never come
But it's here at last so mom
and dad the waiting's finally done
And you gotta get up ~ you gotta get up ~ you gotta get up
It's Christmas morning
Last night I heard
reindeers on my roof
Well you may think I'm exaggerating
but I swear I'm tellin' you the truth
And you gotta get up ~ you gotta get up ~ you gotta get up
It's Christmas morning
Did my sister get a baby doll?
Did my brother get his bike?
Did I get that red wagon
the kind that makes you fly?
Oh I hope there'll be peace on earth
I know there's good will toward men
On account of that Baby born in Bethlehem
Did my sister get her baby doll?
Did my brother get his bike?
Did I get that red wagon
the kind that makes you fly?
Oh I hope there'll be peace on earth
I know there's
good will toward men
On account of that Baby born in Bethlehem
Mom and Daddy stayed up too late last night
Oh I guess they got carried away in
the Christmas candlelight
And you gotta get up ~ you gotta get up ~ you gotta get up
It's Christmas morning
And you gotta get up ~ you gotta get up ~ you gotta get up
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