by Debra Coe
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'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
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Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
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The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
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With thoughts of St. Nicholas and what he'd bring there.
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The children were nestled all snug in their beds
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Without a moment of bowing their heads.
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The scriptures were thrown on the shelves without care.
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Little hope of remembering the precious words there.
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And I with the tinsel and Ma with the lights
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Had prepared for Christmas with no thoughts of Christ.
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We had snowmen and elves and of course Santa Claus.
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We thought we had decorated without any flaws.
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For weeks we'd prepared with lots of traditions,
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Cards of course and so much work in the kitchen.
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We'd been to parties galore all dressed up in frills
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And spent hours at stores to get the best deals.
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The lights on the house were all flashing with fun
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Lots of presents under the tree; we thought we were done.
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We thought not of the needy, nor help to a stranger,
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We thought not of the poor, and not of a manger.
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No angels were singing in our house that night
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We hadn't invited them so none were in sight.
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The real spirit of Christmas was absent as well.
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For only Christ's spirit will make our hearts swell.
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And I wondered that Christmas how it could be
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That the Christmas spirit wasn't stronger in me
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Why Christmas didn't seem as it was in the past
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Why Christmas just came and went by very fast.
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When out of my wondering mind did appear.
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Some scriptures I'd learned as a child so dear.
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Of a loving kind Father who gave His own Son
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God saw all our needs and chose Christ as the one.
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Christ has the power to serve us so well
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Healing the things that can lead to spiritual jail
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I could change if I wanted with eyes that could see
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"Come Follow Me," was His only plea.
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I decided to change and begged forgiveness please
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And asked how to serve Him while down on my knees
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Serve others and do it as if unto Him
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Was the answer I heard in the sound of a hymn
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I rushed from my bed and I got scriptures for all.
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So we could start Christmas just right after all.
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So Christmas day we planned for the months yet to come
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Of people we'd serve and we talked of the fun
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Now Angels are singing in our home today
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We finally invited them to come our way.
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And Christmas is lasting the whole long year through,
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With scriptures, prayer and devotion His spirit grew.
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Wednesday, December 24, 2014
"Come Follow Me," was His only plea
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