Although it happened long ago,
that first glad Easter day;
within the true believer’s heart,
it’s just as real today.

The sleeping earth awakens
The robins start to sing,
The flowers open wide their eyes
to tell us it Spring,

And they dressed Him in purple
And condemned Him to die
Mocked, spat upon, and whipped Him
As Pontius Pilate stood by

For you I shed my blood,
each drop a pool of mankinds hatred.

For you I hung my head and wept the tears of salt,
bitter and burning in wounds open, festered.

I asked God to take away my pride, and God said, “NO!”
He said it was not for Him to take away, but for me to give up.

The song goes,
“On the first day of Christmas
my true love gave to me….”
The “true love” represents God and the
“me” who receives these
presents is the Christian.
The “partridge in a pear tree”
was Jesus Christ who died on a tree as a gift from God.

Every time a hand reaches out
To help another…. that is Christmas
Every time someone puts anger aside
And strives for understanding
That is Christmas

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May this Christmas be the first of many,
Each more joyous in our growing love,
Revealing more of happiness than any
Riches might provide or pain remove.

Years flow like an unrepentant river,
Carrying the soil of life away,
Holding far more than they can deliver,
Rushing past the certitudes that stay.

In love there is an instance of forever
So shy and lovely it eludes the eye,
The sense of being home when we’re together,
More enduring than a reason why.

As love is born of passion, borne by will,
So may for many years we choose love still.

Submitted by: Sandra

Music: ‘Heart Desire’ © Margi Harrell

Although you’re tired and weary
Just rest the whole night through
As God gives us the mornings
To see all things anew.

Perhaps we have not counted
All our blessings one by one;
Perhaps we have not bothered
To remember whence they come;