Christmas

T'was the night before Christmas,
And all the good little children,
Were putting out their mince pies for Santa,
(Not forgetting the carrots for Donder and Blitzen.)
Every home was filled with joy,
As every child young and old,
Secretly prayed for snow to fall,
With their faces against windows 'til their noses turned cold.
The air was filled with the smell of turkeys roasting,
And the sounds of merry singing,
People brave the cold walk to church,
Whilst the bells were a-ring-ringing.
On the broken steps of a tumbled-down house,
A small girl sits all alone,
She has no dreams of dollies in pink dresses,
Just a mother with a heart turned to stone.
In the park late at night,
There's an old man with nothing to do but roam,
Long before you break that brand new truck,
Its empty box will be his home.

God's Game

What do you see when you look at me?

I am just a person like you, and have the same thoughts and feelings that you do.

Do not judge me by what you see,

I was made by Creation's King, to show you the truth behind his meaning.

That the body may not be deemed whole, but there is still nothing greater than the soul.

We are all part of the same game, 

But the paths that we follow, are not the same.

Your obstacles will differ from mine,

But you will not see me just break down and whine.

I will continue to soldier on,

Even when it appears that all my hope is gone.

I will never regret this gift that I have been given,

For I know, that my falterings will always be forgiven.

I shall follow in the ways of His son,

And play this game until it is won.

Ode To A Pebble

I hold you in my hand,

Just a tiny one in several billion,

No more dull or shinier than the rest,

Just a simple little pebble.

As I turn you over in my fingers,

I wonder how old you must be,

The places to which you've been,

And the things you must have seen.

How many miles have you traveled?

On which shores have you laid to rest?

How many others have held you in their hands,

Then tossed you back into the brine from which you came?

Shall I leave you here hidden among the rest,

Or throw you out across the waves to begin your journey once again?

I look at you, the tiny pebble in my hand,

So smooth and unassuming,

I put you in my pocket and take you home.