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g clair Dec 2015
When I was a child, heard many a thing
'bout God in His Heaven and angels who sing
of streets paved of gold, and the one at the gate
whose keeping a record of me on a slate

I wanted to know how the God of great love
could measure our worth by the things we think of
the things that I do and the things that I say
It scared me to think that I'd sin anyway

Deep in my soul I longed, from my youth
more than religion, the absolute truth
so I prayed to the One, asking right from my heart
tell me true, are you there, have you been from the start?

can you please help me sort through the myth and the magic,
my doubts when I'm faced with the hopeless and tragic?
can you meet me right here, just where I am
in my darkness and failures, are you really I AM?

and what of the others who labor for nothing
who have not and hunger for turkey and stuffing?
on the streets, in the cold, stumbling drunk in the alleys
red-handed, white lies, and deep blues in dark valleys?

at our weakest, and numb from the heartache of losing
the ones that we love, left behind with a bruising
will I find you in throne rooms in the back of my mind
like some Wizard of Oz that I'm seeking to find?

A whisper, an answer, a thought I just had
was it me, was it You, could it be, that I'm mad?
But wait, there again, as I stifle my pride,
"Open the door and invite me inside".

"Ask Me, I'll tell you, I'll lead you along
Not a word which is written disproven or wrong"

"And as for the poor and the weak and your past
Your sins are forgiven, the first shall be last."

"I've chosen the weak things to confound the wise
I turn it around for the greatest surprise"


The ONE that I love, the dearest of all
the babe in the manger with the horse in the stall
He grew to a man and we know him as Jesus
fulfilled the great plan and wow, how he sees us

He bore all our burdens and gave us the ring,
we are his bride and HE is our King
and the more that I trust him, the more I debate
I need to ask questions regarding our fate

Is God all around us, is heaven for real
does He care for our flesh and the way that we feel?
is one day like a thousand, as thousands are lost
in the floods and the fires and the wars and the frost?

I'll wait for the answers and try to be still
like the child in the manger and the cow on the hill
I will study to find myself well in Your sight
while we sit by the fire and chat through the night

and when Christmas has finally dawned on our days
and we celebrate giving in so many ways
I must keep in mind how you wiped clean the slate
for once and for all you reopened that gate

and I must not forget though I'm often at fault
that you want me to shine, to be light, to be salt
and always remember that You are the reason
I celebrate Christmas, no matter the season.
g clair Dec 2015
I'm told a man from Nazareth
a carpenter, had planned His death
from somewhere way before the birth of time
would be a thing worth finishing
for none could wear His wedding ring
until the final pardon for their crime.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah!

And taken from the midst of sin
an undeserving place I'm in
beneath the cross, I stare up at The One
whose blood poured down that gruesome day
in pain the man was heard to say
with his last breath, "That's it, My Work is Done." *

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah!

They took his body torn and dead
removed the thorns which pierced his head
and crying for this Man they'd come to love
wrapped him gently in the way
as was the custom of the day
without a doubt, they questioned God above.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah!

Now placed inside a darkened tomb
and sealed in stone by soldiers whom
could not be caught asleep lest they would pay
but something happened as He planned
His tomb was somehow left unmanned
as angels rolled the stone aside that day.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah!

So WHO IS THIS who claims to save
in three days risen from the grave
who paid a debt which we could n'er afford~
now written into history
He wrote the world a mystery
and solved it one day, cause that's my Lord.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah!

Fulfilling every prophecy
the Only One my heart can see
is Jesus Christ, be sure you cannot hide
you'll face Him on your dying day
my One True Love who's made a way
to cover and protect his precious bride!

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
* More precisely " It is finished" . " Later, knowing that all was now completed (teleō), and so that the Scripture would be fulfilled (teleioō), Jesus said, "I am thirsty" ... When he had received the drink, Jesus said, "It is finished (teleō)." With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit." (John 19:28, 30)

These three words derive from the same Greek root, telos, which means "end" --  primarily a termination point, then by extension, the end to which all things relate, the aim, the purpose.53

"Completed / finished / accomplished" in verses 28 and 30 is the related verb teleō, "to complete an activity or process, bring to an end, finish, complete something." With regard to time, it means, "come to an end, be over."54 Moreover the tense of this verb is important to us --  perfect tense (tetelestai). In Greek the perfect tense signifies a past action, the effect of which continues into the present. It has been completed and is still complete. The effect of the tense in this verb is a sense of finality.

In the last couple of centuries scholars have found thousands of papyrus scraps with Greek writing on them. Many of these are mundane commercial documents in which we find this word. Moulton and Milligan pored over many of these receipts and contracts to better understand New Testament Greek. They observed that receipts are often introduced by the phrase tetelestai, usually written in an abbreviated manner indicating that the bill had been paid in full.55 The obligation has been completed. The debt has been paid off. Tetelestai --  it is finished.  Read more:
https://carm.org/it-is-finished
g clair Dec 2015
There was once a young woman who,
possessing the disposition of ice,
icy cold and somewhat frigid
went walking  in the snow
slipped on the black ice
and down she did go
tried to get up but
it was too slick
and so, she
lay there
frozen,
alone
like
an
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C
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C
L
E
but
then
a nice
man with
warm hands
reached down
and lifted her up
he held her close and
warmed her heart, melting
her in his strong arms. She'd like
to think that he was her guardian angel
and he thought she was his own snow angel.
g clair Dec 2015
Home, you are sweet
you are loving and warm
never judging or lonely or haunted
Home, off the street,
both in spirit and form  
you're the shelter that I've always wanted.

I've had many homes
they've been awesome to me
they call from the living room window
"bring wood won't you dear
I am waiting, up here",
says the fireplace, longing to kindle.

So awkward, this home
though it's all that I'm needing
I'm only a guest for a while
my confidence shaken, I've taken a beating
embarrassed and faking a smile.

Jesus you're sweet
and you're truth is forgiving
make yourself right at home in my heart
you stood there and knocked
I opened, you walked,
now you're building a fire at the hearth.

And Lord though I've wandered
in search of a life,
and regretting the place I was in,
You drew me back home
without anger or strife
and so quick to forgive all my sin.

from afar I could see you
right at the door
with that fire alight in your eyes
you came out to meet me
and brought me back in
to that hearth, where I'm safe from the lies.

From the mounting confusion
a crazy delusion
old thoughts
which controlled vain decisions
but at last I delight
in my Lords shining light
and am home thanks to God's
sweet provision!

Home, you are sweet
you are loving and warm
you are everything I've always wanted.
g clair Dec 2015
What leads a man
to embrace false conclusion,
biting the hand
which is feeding his own?
sad sacks and poor hacks
who sport vain delusion
and spew rotten fruit
though good seed was once sown!
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