[Faith-talk] FW: [thefamilyoffaith] Reba - The Christmas Guest

[Eric Calhoun]

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From: "Mary Ann" <HeartforGod7 at shaw.ca>
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Subject: [thefamilyoffaith] Reba - The Christmas Guest
Date: 
Sun, 12 Dec 2010 08:48:48 -0700










           
     
     
                   


            It happened one day near December's end,
            Two neighbors called on an old friend.
            And they found his shop so meager and lean 
            Made gay with thousand bows of green 
            And Conrad was sitting with face a-shine 
            When he suddenly stopped as he stitched a twine 
            And he said "Old friends, at dawn today,
            When the cock was crowing the night away 
            The Lord appeared in a dream to me 
            And said "I'm coming your guest to be."
            So I've been busy with feet astir and
            Strewing my shop with branches of fir. 
            The table is spread and the kettle is shined.
            And over the rafters the holly is twined. 
            Now I'll wait for my Lord to appear 
            And listen closely so I will hear 
            His step as He nears my humble place. 
            And I'll open the door and look on His face.
            So his friends went home and left Conrad alone 
            For this was the happiest day he had known, 
            For long since, his family had passed away 
            And Conrad had spent many a sad Christmas Day.
            But he knew with the Lord as his Christmas Guest 
            This Christmas would be the dearest and best.
            So he listened with only joy in his heart 
            And with every sound he would rise with a start 
            And look for the Lord to be at his door, 
            Like the vision he had had a few hours before.
            So he ran to the window after hearing a sound 
            But all he could see on the snow covered ground 
            Was a shabby beggar whose shoes were torn 
            And all of his clothes were ragged and worn.
            But Conrad was touched and he went to the door
            And he said, "You know, your feet must be frozen and sore.
            I have some shoes in my shop for you 
            And a coat that will keep you warmer too." 
            So with grateful heart the man went away
            but Conrad noticed the time of day 
            And wondered what made the Lord so late 
            And how much longer he'd have to wait.
            When he heard a knock, he ran to the door 
            But it was only a stranger once more. 
            A bent old lady with a shawl of black
            With a bundle of kindling piled on her back. 
            She asked for only a place to rest 
            But that was reserved for Conrad's Great Guest. 
            But her voice seemed to plead "Don't send me away,
            Let me rest for awhile on Christmas Day", 
            So Conrad brewed her a steaming cup 
            And told her to sit at the table and sup.
            But after she left he was filled with dismay 
            For he saw that the hours were slipping away 
            And the Lord hadn't come as he said he would. 
            Then Conrad felt sure he had misunderstood.
            When out of the stillness he heard a cry 
            "Please help me and tell me where am I?" 
            So again he opened his friendly door 
            And stood disappointed as twice before.
            It was only a child who'd wandered away 
            And was lost from her family on Christmas Day.
            Again Conrad's heart was heavy and sad 
            But he knew he should make the little girl glad. 
            So he called her in and he wiped her tears 
            And quieted all her childish fears.
            Then he led her back to her home once more 
            But as he entered his own darkened door 
            he knew the Lord was not coming today.
            For the hours of Christmas had passed away 
            So he went to his room and knelt down to pray 
            And he said "Dear Lord, why did you delay? 
            What kept you from coming to call on me? 
            For I wanted so much your face to see."
            When soft in the silence a voice he heard.
            "Lift up your head for I kept my word.
            Three times my shadow crossed your floor
            And three times I came to your lonely door.
            I was the beggar with bruised, cold feet
            And I was the woman you gave something to eat.
            I was the child on the homeless street.
            Three times I knocked, and three times I came in.
            And each time I found the warmth of a friend.
            Of all the gifts, love is the best.
            And I was honored to be your Christmas Guest.


           






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