Angelic glory sent a glow
That filled the shepherds' hearts with fear:
A Savior's born, fresh hope is here.
Come! let us hasten to the town
Where they, the blessed trio found.
They spread the joyful news around.
They went their way that joyful day,
With praises loud. They knew the Way.
When Christmas comes to Mid-East lands,
The ever present terror bands
Will bomb and slay in perverted play;
They have a cause--Mohammed's way.
Their master, Satan, has full sway.
Will they truly hear of Christ someday?
When Christmas comes to Buddhist lands,
They ring the bell and clap their hands
To wake the Buddha--sleeping now.
But demons wait in deadly lair
To catch their victims in the snare.
Will anyone the message bring
That Christ has come, so they can sing?
When Christmas comes to jungles dark,
The Gospel's scarcely made a mark.
So few have heard the freeing sound.
The demon-spirits still abound.
They occupy their sacred ground
Where trees, rocks and fetisheses are found;
The prisoner comes a-trembling there.
No word of hope is in the air
Until the messenger is sent
With freeing message to repent.
When Christmas comes to cities bright,
We're somewhat dazzled by the lights,
And tinsel, trinkets, all these sights.
Don't get caught up with the crowd
As T.V. hucksters shout so loud:
"Buy my wares or you'll miss out!"
And never know what Christmas is about.
But oh, dear friend, listen to His voice.
He'll fill you and you will rejoice!
When Christmas comes to your home, friend,
Will you a helping hand e'er lend
With sacrifice of gifts and prayer?
But does it matter? Do you care
That men are lost--caught in the snare?
The Muslim, Buddhist, dweller dark
In jungle deep or city park;
They'll never hear if we don't send
Our "Robs" or "Judys," or other friends.
And joyfully we'll spend and spend
Our money, time and faithful prayer
To free the lost from Satan's snare!
© Jim Hemmons - December 2005