![]() A Plea From Christmas PastA Poem by dan![]() I wrote this song last Christmas a little bit before I joined WC. I had heard of people bemoaning the commercialization of Christmas for years, yet every year? Worse. This is a word of realization.![]() Believers know that the story’s right, This Birth, at His divine behest; So why this Night, which should be blessed, Is now for sale, like all the rest? The meaning of this Holy Night, Now darkened by the tinseled lights, Puts piety to spiritual test…and then…He’s born.
The blessed Night, in klieg-lit danger, Does not suggest a rustic manger, Akin to all the prophesies foretold. That holiness now is bought and sold. And the phrase he prays, that one lone stranger; Echoes like the manger prayers of old…and then…He’s born.
Why was this day, our Savior’s birth, A day of spiritual reverence, Replaced by love and peace divided? By one bright star three kings were guided, With gifts of humble deference; What would that cost be deemed as worth? And the Night that lore decreed be Silent Now screams with hatred -- greed - - violence…. Dwarfed by selfishness and scorn… He’s born… He’s born.
Black Friday’s framed by reckless spending, Count your gadgets; happy ending? Our knees, not wallets, should be bending… For His bleak Friday, in much warmer season Was Black for vastly different reasons He would give his life to save us all… And we thank him now…inside the mall??
Perhaps the faithful, on Christmas morn Devout in belief and on this day The world will sanctify and praise… That He is born…..That He is born…!
dan © 2015
Music: “Hallelujah,” by Jeff Buckley © 2015 danAuthor's Note
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