Today the fourth and final candle was lit…I had to stop and
take account of my thoughts and my actions. They didn’t exactly reflect the fact that I was prepared for
His arrival.
On my last trip to Walmart I had to suppress the urge to
sneak past the bell-ringing guy in the red suit.
Driving back home I had to repress the desire to call the
guy holding the sign at the street corner a druggie and bit my tongue to keep
from saying, “get a job”.
Perhaps I'm not ready.
I cringe to think of judgment day when God points out the fact that…when
I asked for a handout you called me a druggie.
It’s so important how time is spent
During this season of advent
Into the world a child was sent
What’s the meaning of this event?
Didn’t understand till I was old and bent
Because I never gave one red cent,
I shunned that old bell ringing gent
But now it’s clear what was meant.
My redeemer was born in a tent
I paused and thought in torment
How hard was it to repent
And to express my sentiment.
Thank you, Jesus, for this present
You have answered my lament
And so it is without argument
Forgive the time I have misspent.
Amen.
