Christmas Christmas Christmas
That’s the Holiday about the Lord, RIGHT?!?!!
The Holiday when people fight in stores Right?!?!?!
Allll about BLACK Friday deals
Not about Christ’s blood that heals
Buying gifts for pookie, june bug, an ‘em
Although they still aint got Jesus in them
Hookin kids up with X-box Kinect
Christ, or is it X; no wonder people forget.
Well I’ve had all the pleasures a phat X-mas can bring
And none of that helped me when my heart life did sting
Nothing money could do, nothing you could buy
I had to seek my healing through the baby born to die
In all your shopping you can’t by salvation
Although that message is obscured in this ravenous nation
So I start where I began, Christmas Christmas Christ. Mass
That’s the gift I leave with, The gift of his love that will last and last.
Your sentiments on the Holiday (it's meaning being forgotten & disrespected in the face of materialism) mirror mine, man. Only, I never thought to bring such a conscious poetic flow to it as you've done here so effectively, my Brotha.
"Not a poet?" I beg to differ, yo!
Happy Jesus' Natal Day To You & Yours!
SJ!
One.
I think it's time to reconsider the name of this blog, because my sweet brother, you are a Poet!
Love and peace for a awesome New Year. I feel GOD planning great things for those He loves....
"Yipeeeeeeeeeee"
BTW I love the photo. The deep, serious and mysterious look of a man who knows the Lord intimately.
Love ya!