This Christmas you'l knock on my door and find me waiting...
This Christmas I'll be expecting you...
It's something else to want someone...and another to actually need someone..
and This Christmas I will be wanting you..
This Christmas I'll be warm and tender,...
The blood of Jesus will flow through my innermost being and light within me a fire that transcends from the Holy ghost fire...
I will have intercourse with the pages of my Bible...
As many of them as I possibly can...
I shall have candle lights surrounding every thread of my flesh...and every fiber of my pigments...
oh how I shall loose this flesh that I may be adorned a robe so righteous...
This Christmas was meant just for me...
For me and the lover of my soul....
You already know how He does it...
He allows Himself to incarnate as man and be born in our hearts...
He finds us worthy of a crown that we ourselves claim not it's possession..
He knows our motives....He Himself called our hearts wicked....but still, look at how deeply He cares....
We do not say that we are any better than non-believers..that we dare not....but just look at the measure He's placed on us despite of our iniquities...
If I should live not past this Christmas....then may I live for this Christ of mass...
My life is a pickle jar......being filled and emptied.....filled that I may be emptied.....thus if I should die this Christmas, I'd rather die empty as I celebrate a life dead to Christ.
Yes, This Christmas....I will lie in bed alone....This Christmas.....I will let Jesus be born to the words of a love song...and the allure of poetry...This Christmas I will be in a harmony of a silent night..holy night....my first night with the King.....
This Christmas I shall be unveiled to the Prince of peace..to Him most Holy....To Him most loving....Oh how I shall spend this Christmas with the Great I AM!!!!
It shall be like no other...for every time He is born in me....it feels like the very first time!
I'll be His, this Christmas, and always...
