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Christmas
Winter in Kodiak, a time of little light. The snow brightens the ground and the stars light up the night. A cluster of Spruce sag deep, a drift in front of my car. My heart weighs heavy. Thoughts of relatives afar. A blustery wind blows, north then south. A cold winter thirst, warm java for my mouth. A homeless man sleeps, all bundled in clothes. His heart deep with thoughts of past Christmas woes. A handshake, a smile, a sip of my coffee. A friend in waiting, I became to he. Some food from the shelter, a warm place to rest. His life for the moment, felt happy and blessed. He told me the stories of days long ago. My full attention, he required, to him I happily bestowed. A veteran of the war, a father of four. A long distance call seemed to matter no more. The blanket of stars and the snow under his feet, only brought back memories of a scar so deep. A story from my life, I understood his loss. To spend Christmas without family, there's no greater cost. One more handshake. A "man-hug" goodbye. His face looked of worry, wondered if I would be back tonight. A job in Kodiak sometimes is so rare. But I am happy to tell you, where I work is here. A smile, a thought, the lending of an ear. A thousand times more helpful than a frozen tear.
Born this night a world of sin, The rince of Peace the Redeemer of Men. This child of God, that was sent from on High. To be born of Mary to suffer and die! Rejested by men from the day of His birth; To suffer and die on Calvary's tree. For the sins of the world to set me free. From Bethlehem to Golgotha, he never complained Laughed at! Spit on! Mocked in shame! He was born of a women, but He knew no sin, This babe in the Manger the Saviour of Men!
Two thousand years have almost gone by Since Jesus was nailed on a cross to die His teachings were done by words and deed And thousand would listen, and thousands would heed. The words of His wisdom, and that of God As many miles on foot would he trod Let Peace be on earth, would be His command, And nothing less than this should we demand! On the Eve of His birth let us all be blessed And thank our God as we see the end of our quest. Let us all stand together, as brother and friend And pledge our love, and respect to a world without end. Together we stand, in joy and in sorrow and praise the birth of Jesus with the light of tomorrow!
