His Birthday, Our Party

His Birthday, Our Party
By GDW
23/12/13

We pay homage to the season
But little attention to the Reason
We adore Christmas more than The Christ
The Christmas Tree, than Christ's Cross

Happiness for happiness' sake
Laughs for laughs' sake
Love, Joy, Peace
For love, joy and peace sake?

We'll take the holiday
But forget to make Holy the day
We gift each other
Sister, brother, father, mother
But our lives...
For ourselves we keep

The first gift of Christmas
T'was said in the "Christmas Box"
Wasn't wrapped in colored paper
Didn't come in a big red socks

Not bought in the Christmas' specials
Yet it makes Christmas special
St Nicholas could never deliver it
But that Gift would deliver St Nick

As a politically correct world celebrates
X takes the place of this Gift
We celebrate the time
But are blind to Him who created time

We enjoy the blessings
But hate the Blesser

We sing of a sleigh and a red-nosed reindeer
And that wonderful time of the year
Of white Christmas and jingle bells

But what of that First Gift
And the Tree on which the Gift hung?
What of the Child that was born?
A Son whose Father had freely given?

That we might not hang on the Easter tree
But the Son would be made dead
In our pathetic sinful stead

Would we celebrate his birthday more than Him?
Have a good time at His expense?
Give to others on a whim
But fail to give our all to Him?
Would we eat His cake; deny him a piece?
His birthday, our party

Do we trade His name for a letter in the alphabet?
Do we glorify the message
Ignoring the Glory of the Messenger?
Can we really pursue peace, but deny the Prince of Peace?

Can we watch real Joy grow?
Without seeing pain of the Father who let go?
Or the Son who gladly obeyed?
And for us His life He laid?

As I look on my child with Love
Wishing no pain but life's lessons upon him
I can't imagine giving him up
For an ungrateful sinful people

But the Father did
Knowing we'd reject Him
His Son we treated just morbid
While we were yet His enemies
He sent Son to die for us

And so I cherish that Gift
And that Sweet Holy Name
That a politically correct world
Would trample on in shame

I savour this priceless fellowship
With Everlasting Father
The Prince of Peace
Wonderful Counselor
Mighty God

Jesus, the great I Am
The ONLY Reason
I dance this season

His Birthday, His Party...