Poems by Raelene J. Elliss

I found a little Christmas card.
‘Twas in a box of stuff.
I opened it and read it.
Its verse was written thus.

"Season's greetings and salutations.
Best wishes and all the best.
Happy New Year and live long,
And may you be God blessed."

There was something written
Below this little verse.
It was written in your writing,
Just like we would converse.

I felt the love in those words
Written by your shaky hand.
Tears filled my eyes,
As you can understand.

I love that little Christmas card.
My heart strings are all a strum.
That little card means so much
Because it's signed, "Love, Mum."

We live in a funny world
Filled with trouble and strife
Challenging everything
In our Christian life

We know what's black and white
And there's right and wrong
It's such a turbulent world
That God seems all but gone

Caught in a whirlwind
Of uncertainty
Our God has given us
A sense of stability

The truth is written
In the words He left behind
Written centuries ago
To give sight to the blind

Fumbling around in darkness
Of humanity's sin
Bombarded by the enemy
The truth lies within

Our Saviour of our sins
Came and walked the earth
For God so loved the world
Jesus gave us His holy worth

Shout out your Saviour's name
He is the truth and the light
Our sins are forgiven
In His blood to make things right

His promise is our legacy
Unshaken is Heaven's gate
Never be defeated
It's an unshakable debate

Raise your voice and praise Him
For all your life is worth
God gave us His only son
In a baby's birth 

Embrace Him with all your heart
Our broken world needs restoration
Don't be silenced, share His love
Evangelize in your nation

Prayers and songs sung
To praise His holy name
A nativity scene began
The scene we've come to claim

He lay cradled in his mother's arms
She gazed into his face
Tiny baby born
To save the human race

Shepherds came to see
Born in a filthy cattle shed
A manger he lay swaddled
Straw for his tender head

From the womb to the tomb
He came to walk the land
Cobbled streets and hilltops
Led by His Father's hand

So very precious is the gift
More than frankincense, myrrh, and gold
Lasting through eternity's days
God's glory to behold