Now uh get a chance to get back in
Uh want this chance to carry on,
If yuh don’t know what I mean
Go back now and
read part one.
Uh does get so excited
Evuh time Christmas comes around,
The amount o’ chile in me
Does mek muh behave like a clown.
Last time uh was wid you
Uh talk ‘bout food and drink,
Now wuh else uh could talk ‘bout?
Gih muh lil’ time to tink.
Yuh know we could get so carry way
That we fuhget about Christ,
After all it is his birthday
And fuhgetting ‘bout dat is not nice.
Widout him there’s no Christmas
No wise men, no shepherds
No Christmas trees and lights
No postcards and no pictures
No families coming together
In celebration of his birth
No angels announcing
That God has come down to earth
No “Let thy servant depart in peace
For mine eyes have seen thy salvation.”
No peace on earth, and no goodwill
No atonement and redemption
No life after death
Nothing beyond the grave
No crucifixion and no resurrection
Just a people most depraved
No cradle, no cross, no crown
No hope and no faith, just a sigh
Of “Let us eat, drink and be merry
For tomorrow we die.”
So as you plan for this Christmas
Think about all these things,
Think beyond the periphery
To the truth that Christmas brings.
The fact of the birth of the Saviour
Born to save us from our sins,
The fact of a chosen Redeemer
Who invites us to come to him.
The fact that God so loved us
That he sent his begotten Son,
Yes, Christmas goes far beyond
The lights, the frolic and the fun.
That first Christmas began a journey
To rescue you and me,
It took Jesus along a chosen path
That led him straight to Calvary.
Every Christmas we live to see
Should give us reason to rejoice,
Certainly for every born a gain believer
That has made Jesus Christ his choice.
Let’s put back Christ in Christmas
Let us replace the unwarranted “X”,
See the “T” as the cross in Christmas
On which Jesus paid sin’s debt.
That’s all for now from Granny
It is a very good place to stop,
The “T” in Christmas reminds of the cross
Let this Christmas begin at that spot.
Stewart Russell © December 2018
At the Cross, at the cross,
Where I first saw the light
And the burden of my heart rolled away,
It was there by faith I received my sight
And now I am happy all the day.
Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
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