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Where is Christ this Christmas?

Where is Christ this Christmas,
does he play a part
in what you’re celebrating,
and what is in your heart?

Where is Christ this Christmas,
is he just a picture on a card,
just a fuzzy image
with little thought and no regard?

Where is Christ this Christmas?
Is he still in the stable,
a cute and cuddly baby boy,
still lying in a manger?

Where is Christ this Christmas,
as you prepare to celebrate?
Does he hold a place of honour?
Has he captured your heart?

Where is Christ this Christmas?
Have you let him in?
The one true reason for the season,
our Saviour and our King!

Margaret Holahan – 20 November 2019

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Remembering the Christ of Christmas

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Remember the Christ of Christmas
it's why we celebrate
the birth of Christ our Saviour
who came to give us life.

Remember the Christ of Christmas
God's Son came down to earth,
when angels appeared to shepherds
declaring the Christ child's birth.

Remember the Christ of Christmas
as we prepare and plan,
that our focus should remain upon
Jesus Christ, the Son of Man.

Remember the Christ of Christmas
amongst the holly and the wreath,
as we look past all the trimmings
and see what's underneath.

Remember the Christ of Christmas
and how His was birth was not enough,
that His journey finally took him
to His death upon the cross.

Remember the Christ of Christmas
and His ultimate sacrifice -
from birth to death then resurrection
He came to give us life.

Margaret Holahan
10 December 2018

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My Dad

Today would have been my dad’s 90th birthday, so I’m reposting this poem I wrote for him when he passed away…..love you and still miss you dad!

Dad

He may not have been a super hero
With supernatural powers
Able to leap tall buildings
Or climb the highest towers.

He may not have been a movie star
All slick and debonair
He may not have won an Oscar
Or walked the red carpet with any flair.

He may not have been a sportsman
Worth a million bucks
Who takes his team to victory
With skill and just a little luck.

He may not have been Prime Minister
Of this or any other land
He wasn’t even a politician –
Just a simple man.

Though he may not have been your hero
There’s one thing for which I’m glad
He wasn’t just an ordinary Joe
This man was my dad!

‘though he never won a medal
Or a Mr World contest
I’ll always love my dad
‘cause to me he was the best.

Margaret Holahan
© 31 October 2005

 

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Linda Mary Cunneen

My Aunty Linda passed away on 2 May 2018.  I wrote the following about her for Uncle Reg on the drive from Sydney to Lake Macquarie for her funeral service today…

Aunty Linda

What can I say about Linda Cunneen
that hasn't already been said.
A wife, a mother, a grandma
a sister, an aunty a friend.

Linda Mary Wilson
was born September 12, 1938,
destined to grow up and marry
Reginald Keith Cunneen.

They shared a life together
through the good times and the bad,
raised two sons and a daughter,
filled their home with happiness and love.

She made her home a refuge,
a place of warmth and peace,
and welcomed all who came
with a smile upon her face.

A life well lived for others,
unselfish to the end.
Now gone but never forgotten - 
Linda Mary Cunneen.

Margaret Holahan
11 May 2018

 

 

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How Easily We Forget!

How easily we forget
Jesus death upon the cross,
and the price He paid –
the ultimate sacrifice.

How easily we forget
He was deserted by his friends.
Beaten, bruised and bloodied –
though innocent He was condemned.

How easily we forget
that God so loved the world,
He sent His son – a sacrifice
His blood for us was shed.

How easily we forget
His was death was not the end
Good Friday’s just a stepping stone
and Sunday’s yet to come.

How easily we forget
Jesus wasn’t just a man.
He was the Son of God,
yes, He died and rose again.

How easily we forget
that when the stone was rolled away,
the tomb was bare and empty
that long ago sabbath day.

How easily we forget
Easter’s more than chocolate eggs.
Yes, Jesus Christ the Son of God
is risen and defeated death.

Margaret Holahan
1 April 2018

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The Coffee Cup

There’s a coffee cup all chipped and cracked

Sitting on the table.

It’s not there just for looking at

It actually has a purpose.

 

This cup holds many memories

of laughter pain and tears.

But its silent trust remains

through all the passing years.

 

No  new and foreign fancy

could e’er replace this cup

or the friendhsip and the love

that always fills it up.

 

So for someone who’s alone and lost

and looking for a friend

Or someone who just needs to talk

and wants someone to listen.

 

For anyone at all

in this cup you’ll always find

the warmth and comfort of a friend

whenever you’re in need.

 

Margaret Holahan

19 June 1994

 

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Please Do Not Disturb

Please do not disturb me

I’ve far too much to do,

to be worried or concerned,

or take time to listen to you.

Please do not disturb

my calm and quiet life.

I’ve managed to get things

just the way I like.

Please do not disturb me,

unless you want to be sorry.

For I’m just far to busy,

to take time to care or worry.

Please do not disturb me,

or make onerous demands.

If you’re having problems

I’m definitely not your man.

So if you say do not disturb you

when we are needing help,

what are we supposed to do

when we’re feeling overwhelmed.

God says, “Please do disturb me

any time you need a friend.

I’m here to care and listen,

and lend a helping hand.”

God says, “Please do disturb me,

I’ll never count the cost.

Let me be your hope

whenever all seems lost.

God says, “Please do disturb me,

There will never come a day

When I’m too busy for you

to hear anything you say.”

So take the time to disturb God,

Tell Him where you’re at and how you’re doing

He’s waiting just to hear from you

And with Him there’ll be no queuing

Margaret Holahan – © 17 March 2010

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Gone to be with Jesus

Gone to be with Jesus,

not just gone to sleep

Resting now with Jesus,

finally at peace.

 

Gone to be with Jesus,

no more of this earthly world.

Resting now with Jesus,

life lived for all its worth.

 

Gone to be with Jesus,

husband, father, brother, son.

Resting now with Jesus,

His work on earth is done.

 

Gone to be with Jesus,

life will never be the same.

Resting now with Jesus,

but memories remain.

 

Gone to be with Jesus,

finally at peace.

Resting now with Jesus,

the shepherd’s found His sheep.

 

Margaret Holahan

© 30 March 2011

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The Christ Child’s Love

Christmas is coming

and traditions abound,

Mistletoe and holly

and trimmings all round

Frosty and Rudolph

play out in the snow,

while Santa and the elves

are kept on the go.

The wreath’s on the door,

the tinsel is hung,

Jingle Bells and White Christmas

have all been sung.

The tree’s in the corner

and the presents are wrapped.

The pudding is cooked

and I’m feeling trapped.

If one more tradition

finds its way through the door,

I think that I’ll scream,

and beg “PLEASE, NO MORE!”

Whatever happened

to our Christmas season?

Have we all forgotten

that He is the reason?

We need to remember

the story that’s told,

of the birth of our Saviour

a long time ago.

Let our traditions reflect

the Christ Child’s love –

A gift sent to us all,

from the Father above.

Margaret Holahan

4 December 2008

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My God Surrounds Me

I hear the sound of water

gently lapping on the shore,

and know my God surrounds me

with Him I’ll need no more.

I hear a bird in song,

the sound carried by the breeze,

and still my God surrounds me,

supplying all my needs.

I hear the rustle of the leaves

as they gently lift and fall,

and still my God surrounds me –

He keeps me standing tall.

I hear the sound of nature

every where I look,

and still my God surrounds me –

He’s my King and I His rook

I hear the sound of spring

as it welcomes summer in,

and yes my God surrounds me –

He’s my everything.

Margaret Holahan

30 November 2008

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