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 God’s own plan,
what shall I bring the Father’s son?
Worship in humble adoration,
to this child our offering bring—
Praise, love, faith and hope,
heavenly angels sing.
© Chrissy Siggee
Giggles, Christmas trees and sweets,
Holly wreaths and jingle bells—
It’s that special time of the year.
Gift shopping, carols and holly,
We wander through decorated stores—
It’s that special time of the year.
Granny smiles and Poppy winks,
Sharing secrets and candy canes—
It’s that special time of the year.
Garland hanging on the door,
Wishing festive Christmas cheer—
It’s that special time of the year.
Greeting cards to choose and mail,
Sending wishes to someone dear—
It’s that special time of the year.
Good times remembered and shared,
Missing loved ones no longer here—
It’s that special time of the year.
God’s son, Jesus birth remembered,
Nativity scenes and Christmas plays—
It’s that special time of the year.
Glory to the new born king,
Remembering the reason—
It’s that special time of the year.
© Chrissy Siggee
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 Father’s plan—
Hope for tomorrow – safe in Him
© Chrissy Siggee – 2019
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Sixty days she’d walked alone,
counting memories along the way.
She stumbled every now and then
but knew she couldn’t fall.
Her mind was full of images;
her heart was full of grief.
Too many nights alone,
many days that would not end.
Now she sits on her garden seat,
bought together one summer’s day.
Tears spilling down her cheeks
lost in a world without her Paul.
She knows her life must go on;
her mind still filled with disbelief.
With every breath it hurt,
alone, she cannot comprehend.
One day she’ll fall in love once more,
with a restored heart to give away.
For now, she lives with memories
that she cannot help recall.
His presence’s felt all around;
memories bring fruitless relief.
Worst of all, no doubt about it,
she had lost her very best friend.
Autumn leaves fall to the ground,
like her tears they do portray.
Her face stings with salty wetness—
she wipes them away it with assurance tall.
She’ll face new challenges boldly;
yet still, sorrow will not be brief.
Time will heal and life will go on,
and her mourning heart will mend.
© Chrissy Siggee – 2019
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