The Spirit of Christmas

So what be the spirit - of Christmas indeed
Through a child, in the world, was sowed a seed
A seed of light. A seed of hope.
A seed that washed us clean like soap
A seed through whom we then grew as leaves
Our lives to God and not to thieves
A seed of truth in revolution
That changed the whole worlds' constitution

This spirit remains, this spirit lives on
In us, together, is seen as one...

(Poem) - Liable to be Loved

[Picture from ---> http://www.dw3c.org/the-journey-to-the-cross/]

Liable To Be Loved

He shows me His open hands,

The wounds do break my heart.

He shows me His thorn crown,

And my spirit wants to break apart

He shows me His side wound

And I agonize in my mind

But then He shows me His smile

And not a trace of sorrow, I find

I whisper – I’m not worth it

He proclaims that I am

I shout – I’m not worthy

He speaks that I am

I complain that I’m sinful

He says my sins are no more

I ask if He has ever NOT loved me

He says – NEVER BEFORE