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The Meaning of Christmas:- Taking Stock
Stock markets failing now daily, monetary worries abound.
The vagaries of financial systems, so many good people confound.
Stock in shops is discounted, so buy all goods on the cheap.
Exhorted thus by retailers, from debts many will weep.
But Christmas came with a promise, a saviour born for mankind.
No mention of gifts for each other, just those for the baby we find.
Love came into all lives, help each other that’s how to care.
Feed and shelter all people, don’t hog resources but share.
If each looks out for the other, and selfishness all will forsake,
This message so soon is forgotten, for hearts are hardened by greed,
and indifference raises its head, as secular wants supersede.
Be happy for Jesus is born, for peace and goodwill He imparts.
Each Christmas tis time to reflect, as it’s never too late for fresh starts. Cjs.
Consequences
Actions have a consequence, so we should give careful thought,
to everything we do, lest with troubles we are fraught.
For self-control can save us, from problems that could come,
as result of our own actions, that we decided would be done.
On many Tv programmes, are those fidelity did shun,
who had several different partners, becoming pregnant by one.
Who could the father be, no trust by any was shown,
Insisting DNA did prove, that the father be known.
No love nor trust nor honour, no commitment nor care,
just greed and self-indulgence, and enmity to share.
Jesus has the answer, in the commandments He gave,
Tis the only way to live, His truth will never deprave.
In every action or thought, questions we must pose,
Is this what Jesus wants, was it for this He died then rose?
Love ye one another, just as I loved you,
Therein lays His answer, now we’ll go and do that too. Cjs.
Mercy Not Malice
Hurt has been inflicted by mistake or with intent,
and anger then results, which many will then vent.
Resentment is often harboured, throughout the passing years,
with suggestion of forgiveness, met with only sneers.
Each party feels indignant, for they are the innocent one.
No chance of any appeasement, since so entrenched they have become.
Peace just cannot reign, in a stony bitter heart,
and living in this way, from the Lord’s will does depart.
How can any love live, midst grim determination,
when grievances remain, alongside indignation
Seventy seven times seven, we must pardon everyone,
not to be taken literally, meaning countless times be done!
The Lord wants to take our troubles, leaving peace alone to stay.
but when embittered feelings abound, to the devil we’re easy prey.
Resentments foster pride, thus humility is forsaken,
and the Lord’s instructions for us, by our wishes are overtaken.
Forgive as He forgives, for we may think we have no sin,
but He will be our judge, for He alone is King!
Help us dearest Lord, to put our selfish thoughts aside
to always seek Your way, and reject our foolish pride. Cjs.
Fair’s Fair
When we were little children, often it wasn’t long,
Before we’d cry and accuse another, of doing things so wrong.
“It’s not fair” then dramatisation, of the injustice going on,
and tears of sheer frustration, accompanied by feelings so strong.
Oh yes we do learn early, we can’t always have our say.
and what seems so unfair, may never be resolved our way.
Justice as one may see it, may deny other’s righteous claim,
so situations need addressing, before any can lay the blame.
If only we were ‘Solomon’s, the wisest fairest judge,
everything would be perfect, none would ever hold a grudge.
But is it fair that a baby dies, or orphaned is a child,
that some in accidents are damaged, or others live totally wild,
caring nothing for neighbours nor property, environments destroying for fun,
seemingly laughing at justice, ‘gainst whom nothing seems to be done!
Some live longer than others, but what is ‘fair’ none can say.
In all there is a sure purpose, we’ve no choice but to live in this way.
Aspiring to labour for justice, is what Jesus wants us to do,
for those in desperate need, it’s us the Lord’s working through. Cjs.
Who is There?
Who will speak for me, since I do not have a voice.
Who will stop the hurt, for I don’t have a choice.
Who will care for me, ..keep me groomed and fed.
Who will show me love, and a place to lay my head.
For what has gone before, was cruel and hurt me so,
neglected and abused, for what… I do not know.
I had to beg for food, or steal what I could find,
and avoid the sudden kick, or the blows that were not kind.
Who will save me now, from persecution that’s so rife.
An animal’s not a toy, it’s just another life.
With unconditional love, loneliness I would ban,
I would be a friend, to protect would be my plan.
Inflicting fear or angst, shames those who this employ.
Who will halt this crime, so my life I can enjoy?
These thoughts are but of animals who are vulnerable and scared.
But sections of society, to damage humans too have dared.
To inflict any cruel act, no matter on what or on whom,
and the perpetrator will find, they’re the author of their own doom.
Jesus always showed love, cruelty He always abhorred.
We must live the way He taught us, He.. our Maker and Lord. Cjs.
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