Category Archives: Poetry

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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Rejected and Broken

Rejected and broken,

a life filled with pain.

Shattered and torn,

she hides from her pain.

 

Her heart longing for love

and all that love reaps,

bad choices she makes,

as acceptance she seeks.

 

Despising herself

and the life that she leads.

she seeks out some answers,

as her faults she concedes.

 

Rejected and broken

she kneels at the cross,

and lays down her burdens

as she grieves for her loss

 

“My child” He calls her

as He opens His arms.

She looks into His eyes –

her fears instantly calmed.

 

His forgiveness is instant,

there are no strings attached.

His love and compassion

have never been matched.

 

He makes her feel loved,

safe and secure.

Rejected and broken –

this no longer is her.

 

Margaret Holahan

25 November 2008

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I Talked with God Along the Way

I walked with God the other day,

and talked with God along the way.

He listened to me as we walked,

and gave me strength as we talked.

And when I wept, He wept with me,

then dried my tears so I could see.

He held my hand and drew me near.

He eased my pain, my doubt and fear.

He carried me when times were tough,

and eased my pain when things got rough.

He rejoiced with me when times were good –

no matter what I felt, He understood.

And when I laughed, He laughed along,

His voice so rich, so deep, so strong.

He loves me just as I am,

and knows me like no other can.

He touches me and heals my soul,

He cares for me and makes me whole.

I walk with God day by day,

and talk with God along the way.

 

© 20 December 2007

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Our Special Christmas Gift

‘tis the season to be silly

crowds pushing through the stores.

Let me out, please someone

tell me where to find the doors!

 

Jingle Bells and Rudolph,

blare through the PA system.

One more chorus of Frosty

and I think I’m gonna scream.

 

Christmas used to be about

more than maxing out the credit card,

or seeing which house had  the most

lights and Santas in the their yard.

 

Christmas used to be about

a very special birth,

when 2000 years ago

our Saviour came to earth.

 

In human form God’s Son was born

that night in Bethlehem,

a precious gift from God

for every woman, child and man.

 

Yes ‘tis the season to be jolly

and remember our Lord’s birth

sent to earth from heaven above

our special Christmas gift.

 

© 22 December 2007

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Did You Hear About the Baby?

Did you hear about the baby

born of a virgin bride?

An angel spoke to Mary

and Joseph stood by her side.

 

Did you hear about the baby

born in Bethlehem?

His birth place was a stable,

the only place for him.

 

Did you hear about the baby

a manger for his bed?

A hay filled cattle trough,

the only place to lay his head.

 

Did you hear about the baby

and the shepherds who dropped by?

A host of angels sang to them

from way up in the sky.

 

Did you hear about the baby

visited by the three wisemen?

Frankincense, gold and myrrh

the gifts they brought for him.

 

Did you hear about the baby

King Herod wanted dead?

The wisemen warned his parents

and so to Egypt they fled.

 

Did you hear about the baby

born to give me life?

God send His only Son

who for my sins would die.

 

Did you hear about the baby

crucified on the cross?

His blood spilled for me

so my life would not be lost.

 

Did you hear about the baby

and the empty tomb?

He was crucified

and three days later rose again.

 

Did you hear about the baby

whose most important gift,

was not his birth or his death

but the resurrection of new life?

 

18 November 2007

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But What Were They Ringing For?

I heard the bells on Christmas morn,

but what were they ringing for?

The birth of Jesus Christ,

or the delivery of presents galore?

 

I heard the bells ring loud and clear,

but what were they ringing for?

The gift of God gave to you and me,

or presents on the floor?

 

I heard the bells call out to me,

but what were they ringing for?

A call to worship Christ the Lord,

or to eat ‘til we can eat no more?

 

I heard the bells on Christmas morn,

but what were they ringing for?

For Jesus Christ, the Son of God

born to save us all!

 

14 October 2007

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