Can This Be Christmas?
M.R. DeHaan, M.D., Founder, Radio Bible Class
What's all this hectic rush and worry? Why, don't you know? This is the day So this is Christmas, do you say? No. He's not here&md;you'll find Him where But see the many aimless thousands In countless homes the candles burning, But not a tear of grief or sorrow I'm tired of all this empty celebration, And there I'll kneel with those who know I leap by faith across the years In endless bliss we then shall dwellWhere go these crowds who run and curry?
Why all the lights&md;the Christmas trees?
The jolly "fat man," tell me please!
For parties and for fun and play;
Why this is Christmas!
But where is Christ this Christmas day?
Has He been lost among the throng?
His voice drowned out by empty song?
Some humble soul now kneels in prayer,
Who knows the Christ of Christmas.
Who gather on this Christmas Day,
Whose hearts have never yet been opened,
Or said to Him, "Come in to stay."
In countless hearts expectant yearning
For gifts and presents, food and fun,
And laughter till the day is done.
For Him so poor He had to borrow
A crib, a colt, a boat, a bed
Where He could lay His weary head.
Of feasting, drinking, recreation;
I'll go instead to Calvary.
The meaning of that manger low,
And find the Christ&md;this Christmas.
To that great day when He appears
The second time, to rule and reign,
To end all sorrow, death, and pain.
With Him who saved our souls from hell,
