| Tis The
Season by Barbara Philbrook Tis the
season we celebrate our Dear Savior's birth, There are
carols playing and decorations all about, Some
thinking of how Jesus was born on Christmas Day, It's not
up to me to judge what this day means to you, I like to
ask that we all give an extra moment and a thought or
two, Is this
Holiday saddened because a loved one is no longer here, Is there
some way that I could make the Holiday more meaningful to
them, My Mom and
Dad, a sister and three brothers, Won't be
at the table with me or my family this year, It would
cause me to be saddened and to crumble and cry, When the
negative thoughts start being overbearing to me, I see a
banquet table fit for a King, No one
there is bent over in pain, Every ear
can hear and each and every eye can see, Why they
can jump and run about, Every limb
works absolutely perfectly, The love
they feel is beyond any ever experienced here on earth, My tears
and sorrow have been selfish I see, Give me
the perspective to look at it in the proper light, May I
count it a joy to know my loved ones are celebrating in
Heaven with You, |