Heavenly Angels Sing

A king is born today,
within a stable full of straw
This baby in a manger lay,
is what the shepherds saw.

He came to earth to breathe as man,
to live, to die for us all
This was Gods own plan,
what shall I bring the Fathers son?

Worship in humble adoration,
to this child our offering bring
Praise, love, faith and hope,
heavenly angels sing.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

Dont Waste Those Christmas Cards

We sing our Christmas carols
and pray our saintly prayers
We decorate our Christmas trees
and share our Christmas cheer.

We are tempted to dispute,
a waste on Christmas cards
Buy a ten-for-a-dollar pack
and write some worthless words.

Do we ever take the time
to choose a better card?
Do we really want a Santa
who drives a flying sleigh?

Theres something more to Christmas
than dashing through the snow
A message of the new-born King,
is what I want to see.

Scenes of Mary and her child
with shepherds kneeling near
Angels in the realms of glory,
announcing Jesus birth.

Do you see the Christmas star
reflect against the sky?
Those tiny specks of glitter dust
bring gladness to my heart.

Treasures of the Saviours birth
displayed upon each card
To decorate our mantle shelf
and hung in every room.

Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh
three very special gifts
Each to honour the new-born King,
asleep within a stable.

I want to share the joy I feel,
with every card like this
Each one affirms our Fathers gift
and hope to all mankind.

So precious is our Savours birth,
we need to spread the news
Its time we took a stand
and share Him with the world.

Take some time to choose a card
its really not that hard
Perhaps you could design your own,
but make it from your heart.

Come; lets rejoice in His birth,
spread the news, Christ is born
Choose a card that declares the truth;
dont waste those Christmas cards.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

Daddys Prayer

Sweet golden locks frame her face
where tears flow onto frills and lace
Fingers clutch a teddy bear
and baby blues reflect despair.
It makes her daddys heart break
My sweet girl, why are you still awake?

Dark shadows dance throughout the night
a trembling voice reveals her fright.
Nightly dreams become a nightmare;
too much for this child to bear.
Invading ogres make her tearful
Pretty one, please dont be fearful.

Darkened hours can be quite scary
and sounds of the night make one wary.
Try not to cry my little one,
to be fearful is not fun
Loneliness makes the hours long.
Prayers to Jesus will make you strong.

Gentle Jesus meek and mild,
please watch over this precious child
Place loving arms around her Lord.
Our hearts beat with one accord,
give peace, and music to her ears
Jesus, take away her fears.

Calmness enters, Gods love displayed;
rest in Jesus, all fear will fade.
His love brings peace to your soul
Know our Fathers in control,
all fear is gone, sleep to restore
My little princess weeps no more.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

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Unborn Dreams

There isnt time to change her mind
They told my mother lies,
Restricted by these clamps that bind
I hear her inward cries.

There isnt room to shift and squirm
Please take that thing away,
I was made to grow full-term
My hope you did betray.

Before I formed you in the womb,
I knew you

There isnt time to understand
No time to move aside,
Save me from this glove-swathed hand
I need a place to hide.

Theres no time to shun the tomb
This fear has taken hold,
My heart beats strong within her womb
Ive never felt so cold.

I will never leave nor forsake you,
Dont be afraid…

There isnt time to know my name
My face she will not see,
All I feel is my mothers shame
My life will never be.

There isn’t even time to cry
All I can do is pray,
No! I do not want to die
Please just go away.

When you walk through the valley,
Fear no evil

There isnt time to hug you, Mum
Or look upon your face,
Listen to you sing or hum
And know your true embrace.

I’ll never walk upon the earth
Its time to say goodbye,
This wasnt meant to be my birth
Mother夷ts time for me to die.

I have called you by name,

Take my hand

穢 Chrissy Siggee

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two part poem: Of Those Who Persecute & Response by the Persecuted

Of Those Who Persecute
Hatefulness reigns
Nastiness and lies
Destroying reputations
Oblivious to their own fate

Seeking revenge
Persecute and curse
Fictionalizing rumours
Humiliating their own lives

Response by the Persecuted:
Forgiveness reigns
Tested and tried
Imminent challenges ahead
Continuing firmly in truth.

Finding courage
Inner strength we find
Trusting in our Fathers plan
Hope for tomorrow safe in Him

穢 Chrissy Siggee – 2019

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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This Soul of Mine, Its not my Own.

One day I gave my life to Jesus,
I was only six years old you know
My soul I knew, was not my own.

To church we went but once a week,
It was like that every Sunday
My soul went with me, like always.

The church we went to was so big,
All the people and the noise they made,
Within my soul, I was afraid.

I didnt know the preacher that day,
He talked about lilies and sparrow birds
My soul was alert, to these words.

My soul is worth far more than these,
Jesus died for me; why thats absurd!
What is this, my soul has heard?

Then finally some words I understood,
This man was talking right to me
Yes, into my soul, he could see.

I heard the choir sing Just as I am,
They sang those words so bold
And to my soul, they were like gold.

Wake up my child, this is for you,
A family ticket I cannot give
For this your soul, it needs to live.’

An altar call the preacher made,
What will you do with Jesus today?
As for my soul and I, we did obey.

I walked on by my mum and dad,
My brothers and my sister too;
I think my soul it knew, just what to do.

I prayed a prayer I wont forget,
I have remembered it to this day
My life and soul, to God I gave.

Now one day I will live with Him,
And no matter how long I will be known
This soul of mine, its not my own.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

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