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Thread: The Christmas Guest

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    Default The Christmas Guest

    The Christmas Guest
    as retold by Helen Steiner Rice.


    When I was a child I loved to hear
    The story my Grandma told each year,
    She told it in her native tongue,
    And I was very, very young…
    But yet this story seemed to be
    Filled with wonderment for me,
    For in my childish heart there grew
    The dream that I might see Him, too,
    For He might call on me this way
    So I must watch for Him each day…
    And that is why ‘The Christmas Guest ‘
    Is still the story I love best –
    And I retell it to you now,
    For I can’t help but feel somehow
    That children everywhere should hear
    The story Grandma told each year…
    For Christmas Day is doubly blest
    When Jesus is our Christmas Guest!

    It happened one day at the year’s white end,
    Two neighbours called on an old-time friend
    And they found his shop so meagre and mean,
    Made gay with a thousand boughs of green.

    And Conrad was sitting with face a-shine
    When he suddenly stopped as he stitched a twine.
    And 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 am coming your guest to be”…

    So I’ve been busy with feet astir
    Strewing my shop with branches of fir.
    The table is spread and the kettle is shined
    And over the rafters the holly is twined.

    And now I will wait for my Lord to appear
    And listen closely so I will hear
    His step as He nears my humble place
    And open the door and look at 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 has passed away
    And Conrad had spent a sad Christmas Day…

    But he knew with the Lord as his Christmas guest
    This Christmas would be the dearest and best.

    And 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 standing there
    In answer to his earnest prayer…

    So he ran to the window after hearing a sound,
    But all that he saw on the snow covered ground
    Was a shabby beggar whose shoes were torn
    And all of his clothes were ragged and worn…

    So Conrad was touched and went to the door
    And he said, ‘Your feet must be frozen and sore
    And 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 as Conrad noticed the time of day
    He wondered what made the Lord so late
    And how much longer he’d have to wait.

    When he heard a knock and ran to the door,
    But it was only a stranger once more,
    A bent, old crone with a shawl of black,
    A bundle of faggots 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 passing away
    And the Lord had not come as He said He would
    And Conrad felt sure he had misunderstood.



    When out of the stillness he heard a cry,
    ‘Please help me and tell me where I am.’
    So again he opened his friendly door
    And stood disappointed as twice before.

    It was only a child who had wondered away
    And was lost from her family on Christmas Day…

    Again Conrad’s heart was heavy and sad,
    But he knew he should make this little child glad.
    So he called her in and 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 that the Lord was not coming today
    For the hours of Christmas has 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 –
    Three times I came to your lonely door –

    For I was the beggar with bruised, cold feet.
    I was the woman you gave to eat,
    And I was the child on the homeless street.

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    Default Beauty is not always in the eye of the beholder...

    That was beautiful....what more can I say.
    Spring has sprung, the grass is ris', I wonder where the birdies is, the birdies is on d' wing, now thats absurd, everyone knows d' wing is on d' bird

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