The Forgotten Land

Friday, April 27, 2007

Hi all,

Don't have much time to blog now since i'm about to rush to school soon. I'll just copy and paste what i wanted to show you instead. It's about forgotting about God, a short poem. Hope it warms your hearts and makes you feel something after reading it. It's from some website site, not really the same as our belief since there is christmas in it but take it as something to read and learn the values behind it as some stuff can still be used in this poem. All the best gotta rush so i won't put a short comment at the end of the poem. Byez.

Forgotten Son

How sad it is for Me to see,

My children when they ignore Me.

I gave them life from the very start,

There should be room for Me

within their heart.

I gave them life a second time,

Why do they still remain so blind?

I sent My son to set you free,

Not just to make a day of glee.

You celebrate His birth each year,

Your spirit rejoicing as it draws near.

You give fancy gifts and feasts galore,

Still no one hears Him, knocking at the door.

Even children that claim My name:

Oh, I know that some of them would say,

"Of course I know the meaning of Christmas Day!"

Then you put Me out of your mind,

'Til you need Me again in troubled times.

Friends and family might believe it is true

That Christmas means all the right things to you.

But your Heavenly Father knows all the time,

What thoughts dwell within your mind.

Is my Son your first thought on Christmas Day?

When you awake do you find time to pray?

If the Bible and gifts were set side by side,

Would you read my Word and put the gifts aside?

As for the children I gave to you,

Would they understand any better than you?

If the Bible was lying under the tree,

Would they reach for it and shout with glee?

No, I'm afraid when all is done,

You all would have forgotten my Son.

Among the gifts and fancy wrappings

under the tree,

The Book of My Word remains forgotten,

like my Son and Me.

and the frost fell...
those glassy crystal orbs... Shannon left a note @
8:28 am

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Friday, April 27, 2007