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I’m free!
W hen I tell my feet, “Go!”
They go.
W hen I tell my thoughts, “Stop!”
They do.
W hen I say that I’m happy,
It’s true!
Oh let the river flow. Her eye’s upon the manger child
Hold fast! Then let it go. She knows the W ord, both meek and mild
Send light that men may know She’s standing firm on hallowed ground
He’s in control And spreads her wings for those around
Before dawn kisses the morning dew Oh let the river flow.
There’s much to teach of all that’s true Hold fast! Then let it go.
She bows in prayer before the throne Send light that men may know
Tends well the lambs before they’re grown He’s in control
Come from the east! Come from the west, Oh let the river flow.
The north and south, you’ll now be blest! Hold fast! Then let it go.
Gather them in, your sons and daughters Send light that men may know
Safe from the snares of dark marauders He’s in control
What stirs the heart of Love Hush! Can you see it?
To think so marvelous a thought? He’s sitting on His throne!
What moves the mighty deep He’s left a narrow trail of love
To give all that He has got? To follow Him back home.
This child embraced His Bethlehem ”Rise up, O King of Glory, rise.
And His humble stable frond Rise up, and claim Your throne.
And said, “I want Him for my own!” O light of life, be blessed tonight,
While the mighty lion yawned. The Bride is coming home!”
It’s M ary and the baby! He’s grinning now! He likes me!
Joseph’s standing by her side. I can tell by how He wiggles.
Oh wow! This is amazing! If I could hold Him … oops,
If they see me … should I hide? I tripped...
And now He’s full of giggles.
A horse tied in the stable
Is watching me draw near. “Oh Jesus, thanks for com ing.
He looks a lot like mine at home, I know You came for me to see
I guess there’s nothing here to fear. This dream is like a Christmas mirror
Reflecting all Your love for me!”
I’d like to tell your wife that it took great strength to stay,
But a donkey swished his tail at me and filled my mouth with hay.
Little ears were made for listening, Did I say day? I meant night, too,
For learning about God’s Son. For even night is day to You, Lord.
She listened well to what she heard, “Thank you for Your Spirit, mild.
Sharing Him with everyone! And thank You, Father,
For this princess child.”
W here does a child hide, when he’s so very small? It’s lonely in the dark;
W ho’d even hear if he should call? W ho’s to understand as he cries out in the night
That the baby in the manger had come to be his light?
Just as the boy became a man, so too, the Christ child grew. One day He spoke into his
Heart, “I’ve come in search of you.”
The man could find no words, he thought it much too late,
For sleepless nights and torment’s chains had brought him to hell’s gate.
And yet there stirred remembrance of a tiny spark of hope that came to him when he was young,
And dangling from life’s rope.
The hope was born of promises that Christ Himself had made.
The young boy gave his heart to Him and wondered what all He’d paid.
But darkness wasn’t finished as it stirred its hateful lies. Hope faded out and Jesus wept; the man
Stifled little boy cries. But love can never fail, and Jesus will not lose.
Each day He calls him home, and it forces him to choose.
It’s hard to start again when trust has once been torn, but harder still is choosing lies when one has
Been reborn. Choice is free will’s proof, which even children reap.
And Truth is faithful to the end, His promises to keep.
That baby in the manger now sits on heaven’s throne. His greatest heart’s desire is not to sit there
All alone. He gave His gift; He kept His word; His mercy’s ever mild.
He’s called the man to come back home, with the wisdom of a child.
O prisoner of the darkness, it is written: “Though it cost all you have, get
Understanding.” Pr 4:7
Flitting on the edges of my thoughts there is a shadow. It’s followed by another, yes, there’re
Many, many more! Now it moves across my mind with another just below. The
shadow’s Taking form as it’s building up a score!
A wiseman shakes his robes as he steps into the scene. His camel gives a sneeze from too much
Desert dust. Another wiseman scans the sky to track the guiding beam in search of
hidden Treasure through a promise–go He m ust.
The shadows in the background have united; they are strong. Rumblings have begun; a rhythm
Shimmers through the Deep. Scrambling to position, the notes find where they belong.
The Rumblings turn to words as angels soar, their guard to keep.
Shepherds hasten to the manger. “Can the angels word be true?” In deepest quiet rests the
Stable; indeed, the babe is on the hay! Glory fills with the beauty the Presence of love’s
hue. None can speak. There is no need–Messiah’s com e this day!
The positions all are taken as the notes await command, gathered ‘round about Him as a
Swaddling gentle cloud. “Silent night” reverberates throughout the ancient land. Notes
Burst forth from their shadows and then–the music bowed.
“ Silent
night,. . . silent night, . . . Holy night, . . . holy night . . .”
Now I lay me down to sleep, at last, my mind’s at ease.
The Lord is keeping watch and holds This child in His light.
“Sleep in heavenly peace . . . Sleep in heavenly peace.”
“Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds,
Because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance.
Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete,
Not lacking anything.” James 1:2-4
Be blessed this year with the heart of the Father Who loves you.
“May Your Word, Father, rest in my Bethlehem.”
From: Inexpressible joy ( a collection in Vision Cry)
By Genelle Allen; Copyright 2005; visit www.VisionCry.org
There is a quiet
There is a quiet that one can feel
When his heart is stilled by peace.
There is a quiet that sings, “I live!”
When the will permits its release.
The notes that blessed the pages And now my child has grown
Held memories filled with sound. And serves to light a distant land,
They filled my heart with laughter As Bethlehem shines
As they turned my head around. Its timeless song,
And leads him by Christ’s hand.
I would hold You and I’d cuddle You, W hhoooooooooo! That’s cool.
And teach You to be brave; Hey!
Then I’d share You with my friends You hungry?
So their hearts You too could save.
Twinkle star, there you are, Cattle stall and manger bed
Light within my eye. From age to age the same.
Visions of your homeland How blest to know a God like You
Flit across the sky. Who’d sacrifice His Name!
“Could I hold you, could I please? “Could I hold you, could I please?
Though my hands are very small, Though my hands are very small
I bring my Father’s love to you I bring my Father’s love to you
And He is very tall.” And He is very tall.”
Love flows like a river with Life its own hearts blood.
Mercy falls like heaven’s dew,
Every drop though precious, was spent for love of you.
The baby in her arms And the woman said, “I’ll go!”
W as such a wee, small thing. And the man said, “I’ll go, too!”
How could she grasp the glory Indeed they went and don’t you know?
His Name would one day bring? The two, were you . . . and you!
“I’ll take his place, and his, and hers,” O greater love’s been shown.
He says before God’s throne. No power can ever sever
“I’ll give Life’s blood to save them The cord of love that binds us
And bear sins that aren’t M y own.” To the heart of God, the giver.
So alone amongst so m any, again! Too familiar is the chill of those who pass on by,
Seeing no treasure worthy the investment of their time or selves. That place in the heart where
such injury releases tears of the soul has long since ceased to respond rightly and is able to
produce but a hollow and resounding echo of ache.
Lies. Lies hurt.
The darkness seems to press in heavily with arrogance as though it could crush the
Inner light at will. The eyes, through a flit of movement, scan the oozing gush of foreboding
lies now taking form under the covering of shame.
“I am the beginning . . . 1951 . . . 1969 . . . 1975 . . . 1980 . . . 1983 . . . and the end.”