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The Greatest Gift
You may think that, as a father,
your role is to provide;
if nothing else,
your instinct tells you so.
To feed them and to clothe them;
all the best, of everything,
is what you long to give them
as they grow.
But heed this candid warning...
as childhood swiftly wanes,
it's a truth that
every daddy needs to know.
The greatest gift that you can give,
no currency can buy,
no overtime, or bonus
can bestow.
It's something far more precious
than the best toy in the shop;
it's something that the eye
can not behold;
it's something they will treasure
until their dying day;
this gift can not be bought...
nor can be sold.
It's the memories you give them
and the stories that you tell;
it's all the times,
their little hands, you hold;
it's every second with them,
every word they hear you say;
it's your guidance
as their budding lives unfold.
Don't think, not for a moment,
that a slower day will come;
don't kid yourself
one day you'll have more time.
Don't sacrifice one minute
of those evanescent days,
to stay at work
and earn an extra dime.
The door of childhood closes
so firmly and so fast;
so, to make those cherished
childhood years sublime,
just remember what's important,
and give them what they need,
and heed the words of wisdom
in this rhyme...
It's everything you tell them
it's everything you do
the greatest gift to give them
is everything of 'YOU'.
Christmas Windows
In every town and village,
down every street or lane,
a million Christmas windows,
are glowing once again.
Out onto winter bleakness
they cast their shining light;
their vivid Christmas colours
illuminate the night.
With fairy lights and candles,
each window is unique;
every one inviting you
to take a little peek.
Such scenes of homely comfort
and cosy Christmas sights;
evergreens bedecked in gold
and twinkling Christmas lights.
Fires glowing in the hearths
and Holly on the walls;
Mistletoe above the doors
for when a loved one calls.
As I look through these windows
my thoughts turn to those folk
who do not have a cosy home...
the lonely and the broke.
For every Christmas window,
aglow with blessings bright,
there is another, shattered,
destroyed by pain and plight.
As I think of those windows,
devoid of joy and love,
I say this prayer to Jesus,
my Saviour up above:
Dear Lord, thank you for Christmas,
the season of goodwill,
but help me, Lord, remember
the destitute and ill;
People living on the streets,
no place to call their own;
The elderly in cold homes,
who struggle on alone;
The children without parents
to spoil them with nice toys;
The beaten and abused ones
who know no Christmas joys.
And help me, dear Lord Jesus,
spare more than just a thought,
to those in tribulation...
to people going short.
Give me a heart, Lord Jesus,
set free from selfish greed,
to give to those in hardship
the things they really need.
Myself, my time, my wealth, Lord...
these things you gave to me;
Give me a heart, please Jesus,
to share them willingly."
A men.
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