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Poems
'TWAS THE WEEK BEFORE CHRISTMAS
'Twas the week before Christmas, but I couldn't care less.
Not an item was hung, and the house was a mess.
My agenda waxed, as my energy waned,
I said, "Call me Mrs. Scrooge, but this season's a pain!"
The stores were all crowded with stuff no one wears,
And gadgets that cause the Return Desk nightmares.
My cholesterol climbed and was matched by my bills,
The cards were not mailed, my head needed pills.
Then I opened the Scriptures - my eyes saw afresh,
How my Lord came to earth, was enveloped in flesh.
How he lived with deep sorrow, disappointment and pain,
Hunger, abandonment, fatigue and disdain;
Temptation to sin in bout after bout,
So, He understands mine and provides a way out.
How He finally suffered, refusing to flee,
And offered on Calvary, His life, there, for me.
Now, if no one else knows me, caring what I go through,
I know that He loves me, and He lived through it, too.
So, this season has changed, It's as it should be.
There's a new light now shining, but it's not on a tree.
The change is amazing! It's as strange as can be!
But the season's not different, could the change be in me?
JoAnn Fite
December 16, 1997
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