Here’s a Christmas poem I wrote in 2012, but I’m asked to share it every year because it has an urgent message we need to apply in our lives at Christmas and every day! Maybe someone’s eternal life depends on it, but you’ll also enjoy the Christmas season more rested, refreshed, and revived.
Time To Sit With You
Lord, so many things to do,
No time to sit with you.
There’s presents to buy,
And I must bake a pie!
But isn’t it all about Me?
What’s closed your eyes to see.
The purpose of Christmas day,
Isn’t how much you pay?
Lord, each year we hear that said,
Yet, still it comes with dread.
Anticipating all to do,
No time to sit with You!
This is MY day.
Don’t I have a say
In how you spend your time?
Remember, you are chosen…Mine!
But Lord, relatives will soon be here,
And the lawn Santa still needs reindeer!
There is so much to do,
Still no time to sit with You.
Relax and enjoy Me this season,
Let your activities have a reason.
This is My Birthday celebration,
And all I want is your attention.
Oh, Lord, we’ll make it all about You.
Do You think we should have fondue?
We’ll read the Christmas Story,
And give You all the glory.
Sit down and read My Word.
Your craziness is absurd.
Come spend some time with me,
Forget the Christmas tree.
Oh, Lord the cookies are all baked,
I have such a headache.
I know I need to pray,
But I’ve had such a day!
Lives are waiting to be saved.
Did you hear Me when you prayed?
It is certainly no wonder
Your world is all asunder.
No, God, I didn’t hear a word,
I was busy stuffing the bird.
I want to just slow down,
But I feel I’m losing ground.
You’ve made it all about you,
And all your parties too.
My message to the lost,
Overshadowed by homemade cranberry sauce.
Lord, that’s not true,
You know I do love You.
It’s just I feel a call,
To make this the best Christmas of all!
You’re wasting your time.
Do you think you could top Mine?
I had a virgin birth,
As my entrance to earth.
Oh, Lord, I’m beginning to see,
How You want to use me.
Telling Your story to all who will listen,
Is the true Christmas mission.
Spending time with Me,
Is the only way to flee
The world’s strangling control
On your time and very soul.
Oh, Lord, Your music softly plays,
As the candle glow displays,
The beauty of time spent
With our Gift heaven sent.
You’ll go against the flow
Taking time to help a lost soul.
But when the day has come to end,
You’ll have the joy of a new friend.
Oh, Lord, forgive me please.
Help me put down my car keys.
It really is so true,
There’s ALWAYS time to sit with You.
Janet Thompson 2012
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