A Cross Stick

Christ.

Christ the wonderful, the prince of peace, the dayspring from on high

The reason for the season, incarnation beyond reason

Holy child  and God most high, desire of nations born to die

From the womb to tomb so soon, plucked from life while in full bloom

Jesus

Has

Has ever a life been so lived as this one, one of service from incept to end

From a small obscure town of no pride or renown, comes a life of One all could call friend

But no ordinary life was this One we speak of, no historical monument He

He lives even today, despite one little break in His life 's long eternity

Redeemed 

Redeemed is a word that's not usually heard, since it speaks of repayment and debts

For most of us here those are words that we fear, filled with failure, some shame and regret

But these are no ordinary debts that we owe and no timely repayment will do

For these debts our whole life could not ever repay so He came, and He paid them, for you.

In

In time and in space, in eternity long, it's so hard to know how to explain

When spatial awareness doesn't come in nice squareness  and a circle seems best, but again

This is not space time stuff it's more wondrous than that, beyond fourth dimension is this

In time's fulness He came, in a way prophesied, that made Heaven and Earth come to kiss

Suffering

Suffering comes in many forms but none of them are pleasant

Its reach is long and its power strong over president or peasant
It knows no boundary of time,neither language sea or mountain
And each of us all, whether large or small, will drink from this unpleasant fountain

Torture

Torture speaks of twisting, cruel vengeance and torment

Where something is extracted by the human frame being bent.

To the guilty or deserving,  to the innocent it can come

  To Emmanuel, Man of Sorrows, to the Holy yet punctured One

My

My, me,mine and menim, ownership is nice if the property's not venom

But what of a poison for no one to own, that will kill everyone with possession

A thing in each tribe, every creed and each heart that has found an unknowing reception

Its a cancer inside that will kill us for sure, no reprieves, not get outs, no exceptions 

Abominable

Abominable is a funny word its so long and so little if ever, heard

For Snowmen perhaps, Yeti, Sasquatch too and for other things we would consider absurd

But do not be lulled by its five syllables, or its strange peculiar meter

Cursed, and damned, Hell-bound, lost are all serious stuff, and they fall in its grim parameter

Sin

Sin to us is the final word and the common bond between us
Its a thing that we think will serve us well but in the end demeans us
Its the why to the what, and the coz to the huh? our indictment for cosmic high treason

For when all has been done and the carols are sung, its our sin that's the reason for the season

So this Christmas time give a thought for the past and a thought for your future days too

Don't be fooled by the tinsel the glitter and all, there's a Savior and Father whose waiting for you.

May this time as you give all your presents and love, and you savor the joy of this season

Bring to mind A Cross Stick that it all led Christ to, and what He gave for the world and the reason.

For God so love the world that He gave.......