2025 Christmas Poem

 

(written on New Year’s Eve)

 

Yet

 

I have not written it yet.

 

Put forth the words of a year,

Recalled the months in rear.

Printed out those memories dear.

 

Yet, I’ve done everything else expected of me.

 

Cards, gifts, décor and tree;

Gatherings, texting, and a wrapping spree.

Decided to host an afternoon tea.

 

I’ve eluded the poem, not feeling the vibe yet.

 

No wanting to dwell

For my eyes to swell

As I painfully retell.

 

I’ve not written it yet—

 

Because God had me wait

Until He spoke His Words of love over hate

Renewed that hope in a plan that is great.

 

~~~

 

Parents killing children, children murdering parents.

 

Floods swept up campers, and planes hit the ground,

Evil aiming guns and truth and innocence shot down.

Fires burned up whole towns. 

 

Infection settled in and gave us a scare. That One Word from the Psalm chapters gave rest.

 

My beloved lay silent but the machines--they drum,

Beeping and pumping, a constant hum,

“Where does my help come from?”

 

That rhetorical question asked in every scenario. Do you remember? Do you know?

 

“The Lord, the Maker of Heaven and earth.”

He answers and asks us to recall His birth

The Babe, the Man, the God who gave us worth.

 

“I have told you things in my Word for your peace.”

 

In this world there is trouble, depravity and hate

But Love is the answer to make our path straight.

Christ overcame sin and all its weight.

 

God answered prayer this year in grace and provision.

 

For what I care for, those close and adored,

In abundance and wisdom, a hope restored.

Sons and daughters will come back to You Lord.

 

Yet still, a great desire for the all to be calm. He’s not finished…yet.

 

God incarnate, a personal relationship.

The promised Messiah, victory over a death grip

Resurrected, forgiven, joy and grace in the hardship.

 

Just believe and ask Him to show You His truth.

 

Admit you’re in need; let go your own depravity and fears

God makes a way and holds all your tears.

Be born-again for eternity’s years.

 

That baby, Christmas, a choice made every day.

 

To live surrendered yet held captive in wonder,

To worship with His church in splendor,

To know I am loved by God, the Creator.

 

Good-bye to a year of trials and perseverance, miracles and growth; the known and unknown.

 

Yet I welcome the God who pursues.

And pray for His Will and a better attitude.

To hope, rejoice and reflect godly gratitude.

 

Yet, He waits.