THE PLIGHT BEFORE
CHRISTMAS
H.R. Green Jr.
Twas the night before Christmas, but deep in his heart.
Was a cold empty feeling that would not depart.
He partied and drank with his friends all that night,
But nothing could fill the void in his life.
With his head in his hands, and tears in his eyes,
He knew he’d been betrayed, by the world and it’s lies.
‘Eat!, drink!, and be merry!, you’ll be satisfied’, they said.
“But why am I feeling that I wish I were dead?”
“Did I miss something somewhere, another drug I must take?”
Or has all my life just been one big mistake?”
“I’ve tried it all and found nothing with a purpose or gain,
Just guilt and despair from life’s wicked game”!
With a bitter wale of rage, he stormed ‘cross the room,
Pulling open a drawer in his misery and gloom.
A revolver lay gleaming, loaded and ready,
With it firmly in grasp, he tried to hold his hand steady.
As he raised the cold barrel, to the side of his head,
He knew in a moment, he soon would be dead.
When out in the yard, there arose a great swell,
That sounded like the ringing of the old Church bell!
The voices of singing and laughing were heard,
Glowing lanterns in hand, through the snow as they stirred.
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The songs that they sang, spoke of hope and great cheer,
Like angels from Heaven with a message so clear!
Away to the window, he flew in a flash,
He slid back the curtains and pushed up the glass!
And there on the ground, in the fresh fallen snow,
Stood the happiest group, with faces aglow.
‘Merry Christmas!”, they shouted, to the young man above,
The LORD sent us to cheer you, and to tell you of His LOVE!
How JESUS came down, to this world here below,
To die on the cross for our sins and our woe.
How HE rose from the dead, and is seated on HIS throne,
Offering you HIS FREE GIFT, and a new heavenly home!
God will SAVE YOU from hell, you won’t suffer loss,
Every sin washed away, by the BLOOD of HIS cross!
Won’t you CALL ON HIS NAME?, for that is your part,
Believing on JESUS, He will come into YOUR HEART!
They sang a sweet hymn, of that Christmas long ago,
When the SAVIOR was born in a manger so low.
He watched their warm smiles, as he sank to his knees,
His cold heart was melting, and craving for PEACE!
He bowed down his head, and let go of the gun.
And prayed to receive the LORD JESUS, GOD’S SON.
The weight he once bore, was moved from it’s place,
He stood to his feet with great JOY on his face!
Thank you!”, he said, “I’ve been searching so long,
For the PEACE I now have as you sang your song!”