Jesus – The Reason for Every Season
by Ginny Bain Allen
I pray for you all a Mighty Christmas this year!
Cling to Jesus each moment for He's ever near.
What's up with folks proclaiming, "Happy Holidays?"
Inquiring minds query, "Which happy holy days?
What's the point of the holiday tree, season, vacation?
It's all about lifting Him up, it's His celebration.
Becoming flesh to dwell among His lambs lonely and lost,
In a stable born, displaying humbleness at great cost.
To a carpenter born, a carpenter He would become,
With each nail that He drove, did He reminisce of His home?
Taking our sins upon Himself – a prophecy fulfilled,
That I should such a life destroy, yet live by Him I killed!
Arms opened wide for us, love alone would have held Him there,
Needing no nails, scars of obedience He'll always wear.
Wise, humble men seek Him as their Good Shepherd,
Daily time spent with Him in reading His Word.
Being still before Him, peacefully listening, seeking,
Allowing His Spirit to help us bide in His keeping.
In adoration we bow as our hearts are stirred.
Devoted to pure living in thought, deed and word.
Empow'ring us to live with Him through His grace
We now must stand firm to the end of this race.