Merry Christmas

we have without patience waited for Christmas

our hearts burning for the day

and our tummy hungry for the meal

waiting for the dark of the night,

our eyes up in the skies for the shining star

we can hardly wait till Christmas

music at every street corner

green trees with lights of un imaginable beauty,

did we decorate enough for the savior?

Did we buy the right and enough?

can the celebration pay the cost?

Are we doing it the right way?

The ultimate Lamb of God, born to us

A king who is that humble not to be pride

In a smelly manger he came forth from His holy throne

For the sinners and proud the savoir came

None among the living knew the vision he would lead

Joseph too could not determine his destiny

Although known to many, few believed

For it took faith in believing that a manger boy is the savoir

He needed no approval to be one, for he already was

It is upon the native to embrace his offer

Upon the hearts to soften

Upon the proud to be humble

And yet even in that struggle, He helps us

For he knows we are just weak clay

 Jesus is indeed born, but where exactly

Are we going to let him be born in the garage?

At the back yard or at the front porch?

Mary and joseph had nine months to prepare,

We have had the whole year,

Are our hearts sprinkled for the cleansing?

Are they harm enough for His birth?

Are the doors of our hearts open wide enough for his entrance?

As we celebrate his birth, let us invite Him to be born in our hearts,

In today’s fast moving world, it is very easy

to lose focus of the true meaning of Christmas

upon the green trees, sparkling lights and

the ribbons around the big boxes of gifts,

we forget about the child born on that dark powerless night.

In our big woolen beds, we forget the child born in hay.

The lights allover blinds us from the shining star pointing to his birth

We hence lose direction.

It’s time to remember his birth,

The sacrifice he paid to leave his comfort

Not for the righteous but sinners like me

The pride and arrogant, the heavy and burdened

The sad and grieving, the wounded and broken

For the proud he humbled,

For me he became fresh, for you he took on blood

Why not grab the free, why not take the easy,

Why not come and feed on his love

Why not hurry and drink the everlasting water

Throw aside the heavy; untie knots that delay,

Jump obstacles that block, abandon the burdens.

Jump fences of resistance,

Cross boundaries of despair, come see Him

Walk on the bridge of love without hate, pure and holy.

Follow the star up in the sky…

Come see the baby, come rest says He,

Come have hope, come have life

Come get happiness, come be satisfied

Hurry and be filled, run be and be strengthened.

Sit and be mended,

Close your eyes, let the past be forgotten
let pain slip away 

Let my unwavering peace wash away your doubt

Watch and see me fulfill all that I promised,

Merry Christmas, don’t forget it is about me.

Says Jesus, May I be born in your heart? He asks.

Merry Christmas

                                    kiggundu wilson