Worship Wonderings

When the 25th is over

And all the kin are gone,

When you’ve packed away the tinsel,

The lights and all the songs…

When you’ve paid the bills for all the frills

And feel your ample girth,

Will you gaze upon your bottom line

And find your peace on earth?

When the 25th is over

And you’re standing in a line

Returning gifts you didn’t like,

But that you said were, “Fine.’…

Will you run a tab on your whole life

To see just what it’s worth?

Will you ask yourself, “What must I do

To find some peace on earth?”

As crabby girls and sulking boys

Cry over broken brand-new toys,

When the 25th is over

And you’re taking down the tree,

Can you tell them of the irony

Of that tree with lights so bright?

That ‘t’will stand for a cross on Calvary

On a darker silent night?

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