IT'S THE THOUGHT
When I was just a
little lad I would travel to the mall;
I'd take along my
piggy bank to buy gifts for one and all.
I'd look and
search for the perfect gifts to give to Mom and Dad
To let them know what they mean to me; I'd spend every cent I had.
~
But then one day a
problem arose...the gifts had too great a cost!
I feared the
worst; tears filled my eyes...my Christmas would be lost.
My Mother took me
by the hand; "Now, Son, you mustn't cry,
For it's not the
present that you give, but it's the reason why."
~
The reason why;
what could she mean? My problem was paramount!
"It's not the
gift you give my son; it's the thought that really counts."
"The thought
that really counts" can't be place beneath the tree.
Did my Mom not
understand what Christmas meant to me?
~
A quiet pause; a
smile, a squeeze as she began to explain this thought...
It's not the
tinsel nor wrappings nor the worth of what's been bought.
For we're to give
at Christmas as the Father gives to us
Out of love and selfless
living without the fuming and the fuss.
~
For God so loved
us all that He sent His Son to earth;
Born in a lowly
stable bare of a maiden's virgin birth...
A gift so rare and
so wondrous to all who receive His Love
We're promised a
life abundant and eternity above.
~
So be not worried nor
have regrets of the gifts beneath your tree,
For God's greatest
gift was given on a hill called Calvary.
Just thank the
Father every day with a life that's pure and true
And the Spirit of
each Christmas will live inside of you...
So as you make
your shopping list and you're settling on each amount
Just give as God
has given you, and remember...
"It's the thought
that really counts!"
W. Patrick Queen
Christmas 1995
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