I used to judge love
By the words I was told.

But people deceive with their tongues.

I tried to judge love
By the way I was treated.

But people deceive with their actions as well.

So how should one judge love?

It's simple: you don't.

You just love with all your heart, mind, body and soul.
You hold on for the ride,
And hope against all hope

*That this time will be different.

What kind of heritage do I have?
Worthless, I'm afraid.
I never wanted to pass that on
To my kids.
I want to be someone
They can be proud of.
But I'm just someone
They can be ashamed of;
Someone who's let themselves go.
Someone,
Who doesn't even like them self.
I've forgotten all the good things I knew.
I've become weak.
I can see the downward spiral of my life,
But I don't know how to stop it.
Is there a destiny?
Do we really have a choice?
Sometime, I think hell is inevitable,
I'll never come close to perfect.

Lord help me find the hope that eludes me
And the faith that waivers still;
But most of all God place me
In your pure and perfect will.
I've learned that praying selfishly
Even getting what I want;
Somewhere down the road
I pay a higher cost.
If listening to my prayers Lord
You find the selfish and unwise;
Then to be just say no and help me Lord
To open up my eyes.
Help me Lord to pray for others
Instead of for myself;
Help me learn to be of service Lord
To those in need of help.
Help me Lord be better
In everything I do;
I want to be more Christlike
Lord I want to be like you.

Feast me Lord upon your word
If I am glutton let it be here,
That I endure whatever comes
That I push through every fear.
Let me not freeze to be ensnared
Or that others might feel pain;
But react quickly to overcome
That victory would be gained.
That only in the time I slow
Would be to wait on thee,
That your reward would be much more
Then I could ever dream.
Let fear of failing never be
Cement to every step
That it would never hold me down
Or stop what I could help.
But let me grow in all my ways
What brings me near to thee;
And cast aside this flesh to be
What you would have me be.

Let me give unto the point
That it becomes my second nature.
Let me believe until I have no doubt
That what you say is made sure.
Let the tension of every tiny trial
Become a strength to me.
Let the visions that you have
Become the dreams I see.

Its the season to be jolly
Its a feeling in the air
The desire to give, to spend, to share
To eat - drink and be Merry.

You call it, I call it , we call it the “Spirit of Christmas”
But what is this christmas spirit?

Where is the ‘holy’ in the spirit of christmas?
I ponder, I question
Where is the christ in Christmas?
Where is the real Christ in Christmas?
Do you know?

Someone once told me
Its the precious gift from Heaven
Given many years ago, She said;
Long time ago in the Bethlehem so the Holy Bible say
….Something about ‘christmas day’
So I ponder where is the ‘Real Christ’ in this Christmas day

Oh! someone’s gonna be upset!
Its a pagan tradition that the church adopted!
I pose this question, did you adopt it
to celebrate it, the way the pagans do?!
Did you?

I hear an objection
I see it on your faces...
You say its the celebration of the birth of our King
Should the celebration be subjected to just one day,
one month?

I don't want to stay too long
But, its just that I have some much to say
Jesus the son of God
was birthed, to live, die
for You and I.


Do we only reflect on his death on easter day?
So why should his birth be any other way?!
I pose this to you…
If it had not been for his birth.
would there have been the shedding of the blood?
He was given freely, but with cause
For God so loved the world that He gave
El dio, ll a donne, He gave, He gifted his only son

So where is the Real Christ in Christmas?

Its not the tree, the pepper lights
Its not what you can buy
Thats is not what Christmas is OR should be for us
No! it not, what you can get, its not even what you can give


Its the reflection, homage to the birth of our King
I have stated my points
I have a final suggestion
Look within and ask one question
What does Christ in Christmas mean to you?