The Light Before Christmas: Twas the night before Christmas; and strange as it seems I wasnt indulging in covetous dreams; But reading my Bible, I searched for a clue Why Christians take part in this holiday too. I plainly could see that it carried a pagan name, But the character behind it just wasnt the same. The songs spoke of wise men, of virgin and child, Of shepherds, of YAH, and all men reconciled; But nothing was said of the blood and the tree; Of repentance, and trust, and of counting the fee. They sang of the babe, HIS miraculous birth, But not of the day when Hell judge the whole earth. My Bible said nothing of Santa, or toys, Of Frosty the Snowman, and small drummer boys. A reference to Rudolph not once did I see. But it seems Jeremiah did mention the tree. I sat and I pondered this curious matter, When out on the roof there arose such a clatter That I knew in a moment he soon would be here; So I prayed in the Spirit and stood without fear. He slipped down the chimney, quick as a flash, And stepped from the fireplace all covered with ash. There stood St. Nick with his bag and his beard, He looked at the Bible I held, and he sneered, Another fanatical Believer, I see; No stockings; no holly, no pictures of me. I asked him if Yeshua was FATHER in the flesh, He said that was something he couldnt confess. He said, I am Santa, I come from afar. I stood in the truth - The Devil you are. That suit and that beard doesnt fool me one bit. Your jolly deception is straight from the pit. Beneath all your Ho Ho Hos Lucifer lurks; With your all-seeing eyes and your gospel of works Like a thief in the night you impersonate the Son of Man, Returning to judge the naughty and nice or the mixed man. So call Christmas pagan, he said, Thats O.K. Cause thats what my sons at the Watchtower say. Youll look like a pagan or like a deceiver, But none will suspect you to be a believer. I said, I dont care what your servants will say, My loyalty lies with the Ancient of Days. No matter how many abuses are hurled, My Bible says be not conformed to this world. You have no power, and no part of me, So I stand on the FATHERs Word, and command you to flee. He squealed like a pig that was stuck with a knife. He ran to the chimney and climbed for his life. And I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight, Merry Xmas to all, and a long, dark night.
Posted on: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 04:01:38 +0000
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