On the eve before Christmas, when all
through the church.
The Bibles were laying upon the pews of
birch,
Not a sinner was fearing, not even a
drunk.
That Jesus was there; I had a hunch!
The sinners were comfortable all on
cushioned pews,
And family were by them, oh, yes quite
a few!
While thoughts of a fine dinner tempted
their tummy.
Had just opened the eyes of one
atheist dummy.
When up on the pulpit the preacher
chattered.
He sprang from the seat to see what it
mattered.
Away to the altar he flew like a flash,
For he was the sinner the Lord was to
bash!
In the word of the Lord some saints
glow.
While sinners thought of eternity so
hot below!
When, what to my wondering mind should
appear,
Jesus, on the cross, crying caring
tears!
My wife poked me hard as I began to
wink.
I knew at that moment I could die in a
blink.
More quickly than an eagle the Spirit
came,
And he knocked and whispered my own
name!
"Now Cusser! now, Liar! now,
Prancer and Vixens!
On, Gossiper! On, Stupid! on Dreamer
and Sick Ones!
To the front to the altar! to the top
of the cross!
Don't dash away! Dash away! Cold as
frost!"
As dry eyes become tears responding by and by,
Then they met with an obstacle, the
devil's ally.
So up to the steeple the principalities
they flew,
With the promise of joys, and sinful
pleasures too.
And then, with an eye twinkling, I saw
upon the roof
The praising and singing of the angels
aloof!
As I was confused in the head, but was
turning around,
Down on my shoulder, came the devil's
hound.
He was attired all in fur, from vile
head to foot,
And his coat was all blemished with
sulfur and soot.
A bunch of wolves all in a a pack,
And he looked like a meddler, carrying
evil on his back.
Then appeared Jesus-I went from
mourning to merry!
His love shown like roses, his grace
for even the leery!
His angels singing songs all with a
glowing halo,
And the souls of real men were made
white as the snow.
A chunk of wood he held in his arm,
The wood from a cross still makes men
mourn.
He had broad shoulders to carry all
men,
The church shook when he carried away
my sin!
He was serene and calm, and ready to
help,
I smiled when I saw him, in spite of
myself!
A blink of his eye and a nod of his
head,
Soon assured me that I had little to
dread.
He said not a word, but went on with
his work,
And filled my soul, me who'd been such
a jerk!
After laying his hand on so many he
chose,
He gave nod, and upward toward heaven
he arose!
He sang and smiled and sweetly made a
whistle,
I saw that his crown was no longer of
thorns and thistle!
And I heard him claim, as he
disappeared from sight,
Thank you for a Merry Christmas, and to
all who love me “do right!"
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