Tis The Season
by Barbara Philbrook

Tis the season we celebrate our Dear Savior's birth,
people are more friendly and most are filled with mirth.

There are carols playing and decorations all about,
and there are some who try to concentrate on what this season is about.

Some thinking of how Jesus was born on Christmas Day,
while others think only of Santa arriving in His sleigh.

It's not up to me to judge what this day means to you,
and this verse is not to inflict my own personal view.

I like to ask that we all give an extra moment and a thought or two,
to the people who are going through this Holiday with a pain that's new.

Is this Holiday saddened because a loved one is no longer here,
are they suffering through it without happiness or cheer.

Is there some way that I could make the Holiday more meaningful to them,
could I help to put a smile on their face once again.

My Mom and Dad, a sister and three brothers,
mother & father-in-laws and so many others.

Won't be at the table with me or my family this year,
and if I didn't give this to Jesus it would diminish my cheer.

It would cause me to be saddened and to crumble and cry,
but it does not and here is why.

When the negative thoughts start being overbearing to me,
I change my thoughts and here is what I see.

I see a banquet table fit for a King,
and the whole room if filled with Angels who sing.

No one there is bent over in pain,
no one need keep silent during the hymns refrain.

Every ear can hear and each and every eye can see,
each part of their bodies is formed perfectly.

Why they can jump and run about,
and those once silent can holler and shout.

Every limb works absolutely perfectly,
how could I wish them away from that to be here with me.

The love they feel is beyond any ever experienced here on earth,
and never before have they felt such worth.

My tears and sorrow have been selfish I see,
God I've only been thinking of how it affected me.

Give me the perspective to look at it in the proper light,
may I share their joy and thereby give others delight.

May I count it a joy to know my loved ones are celebrating in Heaven with You,
as I daily live my life doing as You ask me to.

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