The Day is Dimming

The day is dimming.
Night is coming.
Panic wells up.
As the sun begins to fade.

I chase it,
Grasping at rays of light,
Willing a bit to stay
Before hope is gone for good.

You can't hold light.
It won't
Be contained
By human hands.

Darkness threatens
To overcome me.
I pray the Lord
Will hold the sun.

Christmas is Coming

I actually wrote this on December 1, but I wasn't sure at the time that I wanted to post it.
'Tis the season to be jolly,
To decorate with greens and holly.
Does anyone remember where it started?
Or the sacred day in symbolizes?
May You be glorifed,
Your name be praise.
Forgive me, I ask, for my selfishness.
I wish to repent and start anew.
For the seanon is not about me.
It's about You.
The sacrifice You gave
Is greater thatn they say:
You lived and died,
Yet there is so much more.
Your name be praised!
You, God, a mighty warrior,
Left behind Your place.
You steeped down from Your throne
And gave up Your riches.
Humble and generous,
You descended to earth,
Settled in ith Mary
Until Your day came.
Born in a stable,
It was but the beginning
Of a life spent poor.
You grew up to be spit on,
Were whipped an nailed,
And went even lower,
Down to hell.
You came and You conquered.
You rose the third day.
And what thanks did we give You?
How grateful were we?
We replaced You with Santa,
And the Easter Bunny.
Yes, Christmas is coming,
The season joy and good cheer.
Don't let us forget You,
Not this year.

My Christmas List

I want it all to go away -
The darkness, the shame.
I want Your name to be praised -
Glory

And if it's not too much to ask,
What I really would like
Is for this sadness to leave,
And Your joy to shine forth.

'Cause Christmas is coming,
Yet I've got a short list.
Yes, there's some worldly things on there,
But that's not it.

I want the world transformed.
I want it all fixed.
It's hard to be patient
For Your promise.

The depravity -
It irks me -
It makes me want to cry.

I can hardly wait
For Your day,
When light shines forth
To every corner,
And sin's gone away.

'Cause Christmas is coming,
Yet I've got a short list.
Yes, there's some worldly things on there,
But that's not it.

When will Your peace come?
When will Your joy shine forth?
When will love be all
That's known?

The disease of the world
Is spreading in me.
I want to be healed -
Oh, please.

Fix it -
God, I'm begging.
Let the Truth be known
Soon.

The weight of the world
Is bearing down on me.
Though the burden's not mine
To bear... Lord, help.

I want it all to go away -
The darkness, the shame.
I want Your name to be praised -
Glory.

That's my Christmas List.