Christmas In America Past & Now Poem by Tom Zart

Christmas In America
The best of Christmas gives us time to reflect
The blessings of God beyond compare
Who and what we love and respect.
As people pray, love, remember and share.

Christmas day we celebrate life
The birth of our Savior and Lord.
He suffered the cross, the lash and death
To give us freedom we could never afford.

Our founding fathers trusted God
To deliver us as a nation.
At Christmas we express our thanks for life,
Jesus, forgiveness, freedom and creation.

Christmas & All We Love
Husbands with ladders hang lights on their home
As all who have no one feel sad and alone.
The churches are full of the faithful that sing
For the birth of our Lord, is a spiritual thing.

The sound of Christmas sweetly fills the air
While frantic shoppers hustle from here to there.
The windows of storefronts at this time of year
Reflect all their wonders as Christmas draws near.

Little ones stand looking with their nose pressed to glass
As model trains on display come speeding past.
The path to Santa is lined with girls and boys
With a list in their heart of their favorite toys.

The store's shelves are crammed with dolls that crawl or walk
Games, cars, trucks, planes and stuffed toys that sing or talk.
The miracle of Christmas comes once a year
When all that we love seems more precious and dear.

The Miracle Of Christmas
Christmas is a day we celebrate life
The birth of our Savior and Lord.
He suffered the cross, the lash and death
To give us freedom we could never afford.

If we believe in Christmas we believe in rescue
And that angels will lead us through heaven's gate.
Never stay in doubt of God's will to fulfill
As we overcome ignorance, hate and debate.

The miracle of Christmas gives us time to reflect
The blessings of Christ are beyond compare.
A time for love, faith, trust and respect
As we pray to remember, forgive and share!

Christmas Lights
Red, gold, yellow, green and blue
Are the colors of Christmas, which glow.
They help us feel their value within
As we travel our way through the snow.

Red stands for passion, anger or desire
Gold is the steadiness of love.
Yellow is fear of the unforeseen
Green and blue are the stars above.

The luster of Christmas can be yours
Most anywhere at a nearby store.
To purchase and adorn your tree and home
Celebrating life, Jesus and more.

My Christmas Angel
My Christmas angel is always my wife
Who loves me with patience of heart.
I couldn't replace her with anyone else
As beautiful, compassionate and smart.

She lets me know when I'm inappropriate
Or when I've earned her favor and love.
She stays in control of my need for a woman
As I serve her and my Father above.

I never neglect to thank Heaven and God
For her love and our blessings from Him.
My angel of love is my wife at Christmas
As we adorn our tree to a Christian hymn.

When I think of life without her presence
I become fearful, upset and cry.
I love her more than life itself
Overwhelmingly till I die.

The Joy Of Christmas
When Jesus our Savior from heaven arrived
Since then till now by faith we've survived.
If it wasn't for Christ and His Father above
Satan would destroy all we treasure and love.

Believers with lights adorn their home
To let the world know they don't live alone.
The glory of Christmas we ponder each year
Though sometimes for the lost we shed a tear.

Let us rejoice and sing Christmas hymns
Like grapes on the vine we depend on our stems.
Thank God for His Son who suffered the cross
As the deeds of a lifetime tally their cost

Christmas Is Coming
Christmas is coming and I'm all alone
With no one to snuggle at night.
My wineglass is empty to help dull desire
To kiss you by soft candlelight.

A rare pearl of value, you don't leave alone
Or someone will steal them from you.
After they've gone and flown far away
It's hard to know just what to do.

I'm watching my neighbors hang lights on their tree
With tinsel and striped candy cane.
I took you for granted and didn't hug enough
And now I must suffer my pain.

Lord, I'm so lonely; I wish I could die
Then be born to relive again.
I realize the value of someone to love
And the danger of my selfish sin.

There's a ring on my phone and a knock at the door
Which do I dare go for?
If neither is you, I'll break down and cry
And again pound my fist on the floor.

I run down the hall and the doorknob turns
As the swirling snow rides on the wind.
There, in my doorway, it's the face I love
Such a beautiful present to send.

Now, I am happy and dancing around
With a permanent smile on my face.
As children are singing their Christmas love songs
And the world's a wonderful place.
By Tom Zart
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