My Savior in the Window
The season has arrived.
I've waited throughout the year.
The birth of Jesus Christ,
And the lights of Christmas cheer.
But I see lesser things of Jesus,
Among the colorful, holiday lights.
Just a cold and rising deafness,
Amidst a buzz of equal rights.
While walking down the darkened streets,
My tears freeze as they flow.
As I wipe away the gathering frost,
And find no Saviour in the window.
Instead of Christmas carols,
I hear the intolerant demand.
To remove our sacred symbols,
And leave the Kwanzaa on the stand.
The drumbeats of our liberty,
Drowns the rhythm of common sense.
To pander to those offended,
As they themselves display offense.
And the angel on the tree-top,
Has been replaced by a holiday bow.
And the DVD's of Harry Potter,
Replaced my Savior in the window.
I see the symbols of Menorah,
As I sadly leave the mall.
And a simple prayer in our schools,
Begs the ACLU to call.
And as our saws of freedom,
Tear down His Holy Cross.
I remember Christmas as a child,
And now I truly know what's lost.
Where is our Nativity?
And the Christ we love and know?
What's the reason for the season,
Without my Savior in the window?
Still no sign of Jesus,
As I drive through our lighted park.
Without His birth as the true meaning,
We simply rejoice the dark.
Celebrating the arriving winter,
The cold and lifeless plain.
Justly fits this holiday season,
When we remove His Holy Name.
A loss of warmth, a diminishing light,
Replaced our Christmas glow.
While staring darkly, in the glass,
Seeing no Savior in the window.
But there is a place behind a glass,
Where a display of Jesus shines.
A place where the fallen laws of man,
Can never silence with their fines.
A place of comfort, a place of light,
A stage of His true love.
Where the kingdom grows, and the rivers flow,
Without the selfish push and shove.
For this display is in my heart,
For all to see and know.
And within this pane, you can see the Name,
Of my Savior in the window.
Written by:
Richard (Jim) Minch
12/05/05
