That Time of Year

 

 

It’s that time of the year

When we spread good cheer

Among the old and the young,

To the weak and the strong.

 

That time of the year

When Christmas draws near,

When with heightened care,

Goodwill does appear.

 

A feeling to draw closer

To the ones that we love

And lift our hearts in thanksgiving

To the One above…

 

That made it all possible

By His Son, the Lord Jesus-

And his name shall be Emmanuel

Meaning God with us.

 

 

That time of the year

When we focus on the gift

From the Father of our Saviour,

To heal sin’s rift.

 

A renewed relationship

Of eternal dimensions,

Compliments of Jehovah Jireh,

Of so great salvation!

 

Yes, there in that manger,

In that animal stall,

Almighty God could do no better

Than to give His all.

 

 

It’s that time of year

When we reflect on such

And come to the gripping realization

That God has given much.

 

Much without measure:

The measure of His love,

Revealed by angels to shepherds

As they sang from above.

 

Glory to God in the Highest

And on earth, peace!

For God so loved that He gave us

A love that will never cease.

 

In our hustle and bustle

To enjoy this yuletide,

May we invite Jesus into our heart

Where he wants to reside.

 

It is that time of year!

I wish it would never go

But in order for it to come again,

It would have to be so.

 

Enjoy to the fullest!

Have a godly day!

Total enjoyment can only be had

If Jesus has his way.

 

Stewart Russell © December 9, 2024

 

A Christmas to Come

A Christmas to come

Christ will descend

But so different from before,

Angels will be there

And there’ll be fanfare too

But expect a whole lot more.

No baby in a manger

No shepherds in a field

No wise men from afar,

But the King of kings

And the Lord of lords

He will be his own star.

The Light of lights

In splendid radiance

Lumens far exceeding the sun,

Coming this time

But not to Bethlehem

But to usher in his kingdom.

Planned in eternity

Before time began

Planned by the Godhead Three,

To be staged in the air

In that Christmas to come

When every eye shall see.

No room they say

In that first Christmas

No room for the little child,

During that tourist boom

In Bethlehem’s town

Room for Jesus was denied.

’Twas planned that way

In the first advent

But not in the one to come,

The world will know

Without a doubt

At the coming of God’s own Son.

  

A time of great joy

And exceeding sorrow

Depending on whose you are,

All who are redeemed

Will be with Christ

All others will be barred.

No sprucing up

And spring cleaning

No time to do all that,

In a flash

Like the speed of lightning

Prophecy will be fact.

As you celebrate

This yuletide season

The advent of God’s Son

Be prepared

In your heart and soul

For that Christmas time to come.

Confess your sins

And repent of them too

Invite Jesus into your heart,

Walk with the Saviour

Come apart from sin

And there you have your start.

For should that Christmas come

And you’re not saved

You’ll surely not be amused,

Pay attention now

To your heart’s condition

And on this occasion, don’t refuse.

Stewart Russell © December 2017