God Chose You

 

God has a plan for everyone

Though we may not see it

Our Father can see it through

For this reason, God chose you

This is a time of much distress

So much pain and emptiness

Poverty is knocking at the door

The city streets in an uproar

A shadow hovering above us

The Light has been outcast

Yet, in our midst, hope exist

In this Season of Christmas

Like ornaments upon the tree

So uniquely beautiful are we

Nestled within the branches

Where we have been placed

This night a star is hovering

A great light piercing through

The shadow of darkness flees

The Babe; the Prince of Peace

His great plan will be revealed

Eyes opened wide shall see

God chose you to light the way

God chose you to live in Peace!

The Face of a Thief

Tis the season of Peace, Joy; Love

A time of giving, sharing; caring
Visiting family and enjoying friends
Counting blessings; making amends

A time of grace for inner reflection
Taking inventory within the person
Offering ourselves; fulfilling needs
Preparing the way of eternal things

Darkness however, diminishes light
Forging its will upon all innocence
Seeking to destroy everything holy
Spreading evil and showing its face

Murderers, haters and race baiters
Violence inciters; shameless dividers
Petty politicians spewing discord
Playing out the social justice cord

Today, the bright lights are dimmer
The joy of the season now somber
Hearts are shattered and broken
Love, a word that is merely a token

Tis the season of Peace, Joy; Love
In its midst exist sadness and grief
This Christmas faith must prevail
To overshadow the face of a thief

He Opened My Eyes

Hustling, bustling; edgily waiting
The pace and pressure weighing
A sudden glance to the curb side
Was a moment of true awakening
In that moment in time I realized

How truly fortunate of a man I am
Taking for granted so many things
Only fools profess to understand
In the things that they can not see

One step, then two, taken in stride
Swaying his staff side over side
An amazing sight made me think
Compared to his faith I am weak

Life is a long journey crossing over
Red, yellow or green he did not see
Steps of faith lead to the other side
I too am blind; he opened my eyes