“Christmas: Yes to Presence; No to Pretense”

12/25/13. 12/26/13.
Written by: Victor P.

“Christmas: Yes to Presence; No to Pretense”

Fleeting, passing, vanishing, lost soul’s breath;
No hands to keep away inevitable nighing death.
Much temporary for the temporal,
Prominent instead of the eternal.

When the noise of the season ceases and the songs depart,
What will be the thing that shall remain in a person’s heart?
Oh, if there were no more songs left for any souls to sing,
What would survive? What would be the remaining thing?

Walking lights and sitting shadows,
The dim embers and burning glows.
Days of new life under a cover
Leave to shatter, thus recover.

Temporary, so soon passing!
What’s the point of amassing
Things and things and even more things?
No, Heaven’s treasures are not nothings!

This gift come unwrap –
A map for life’s course.
Saved soul, come clap,
Won war without force.

Temporary, temporal, things without eternal value –
Don’t set your heart on them, don’t waste your life on that
Which cannot satisfy the longing God put in you.
Nothing but God shall satisfy! Repent before line goes flat!

Depart now thither, vile enemy’s every lie
To be forgotten, burn in the hot consuming flames.
All your pretenses, lies, fictional faces and names,
Leave them in the past to wither and die.

When all the presents of the past disappear,
What will you have then remaining?
After all the years that you have lived here,
Say, what were you really gaining?

No guarantee of tomorrow; no escape from possible future sorrow.
No lies can hold any soul up. Time is at most ours only to borrow.
Even your own life you’ve not created, creating hands were not yours
So let praise of God be what from your lips and heart forth daily pours.


The holiday spirit, or so it is called,
Getting in it if only for a month, yes;
Making an effort to leave unwalled
Your heart, but beneath ’tis a mess.

Breath is fast gone, from insincere lips sent,
Vainly exhaling to say the words not meant.

A feigned walk,
A pretend talk;
A shadow of the real,
That true holiday feel.

No, let it not pass in vain pretense!
No pressured steps for an offense,
And no guilt-manipulated heart speaking
Of things the soul is not even seeking.

If the reason for the season
Is forgotten then it’s treason
Against the Lord’s most holy blood.
Let the meaning your heart go flood.

How many songs are left in your heart hung?
Leave not your heart’s joyful song unsung,
Ready to pour out in melody to be heard,
Restrain not, leave it not to be left unheard.

Oh, what about the days of lies or all the sorries?
They are remnant shadows in blurred memories,
But light of truth dissipated the darkness,
Clarity has come, thus come and confess.

‘Tis the season of giving and receiving
But the enemy is intent on deceiving!
Cast off the masks and smile truly, all!
Come, unsaved souls, heed God’s call!

Take not away the meaning from this season
And take not the life out of the joy.
Life is to be lived with a purpose and a reason;
No life is worthless, no life is a toy!

It is a time of joy and celebration;
Come to repentance, every nation!
The ever-reigning Lord is to be glorified!
His holy name is to be forever magnified!

It is no fictional, traditional flow of hollow words!
It is no inhalation of deception nor exhalation of lies!
The Savior has set free so many from sin’s cords
And daily every sincere heart the one Savior glorifies!

Have presence of love,
Not pretense for above!

Neither freezing snow nor burning sun
Had ever saved a soul, no, not even one!
‘Twas only the blessed Savior – Christ Jesus –
God-man in flesh, He alone came to save us!

Rejoice, all of the earth,
Hear every blessed word!
Know your true worth
In the eyes of the Lord!

No lies for saving faces;
No hiding in dark places,
In hearts wherein new life is true,
Kept not hidden since it first grew.

Steps into the light, darkness fought,
Glimpses of a brighter future sought.
Hands reach out, many a soul for salvation longs!
The lungs pour out the blessed words in songs!

Who loves the pretense
Seeks not the presence.
In meaning’s absense
There’s bred nonsense.

Stay with those who from darkness freed have been
And seek hearts where that blessed light is soon seen
Like a bright star in the dark night’s sky
And see how love will then soon testify.

Is the meaning kept in the blood of heart’s intention?
Is truth to remain hidden, even without its mention
To thirsty souls in life’s desert, poor souls unsaved?
God forbid! Go, speak the truth for the way is paved.

As the angels then did sing:
Glory to the newborn King!
So too our words with truth ring:
To us salvation Christ did bring!

Seek Christ’s presence upon this great holiday
And let not go to waste even one single day!
Never forget why Christ was born, why He died, why He did again rise!
Never regret believing, serving, loving Him; let your heart’s praise arise!

Glory to the Lord our God and to Jesus Christ our King!
Forever we shall praise Him! His praise forever we’ll sing!
Glory to God Alone.


Author: GloryToGodAlone

Just a man in his late twenties blogging for the glory of God. Reading, Writing, Thinking, Living. Sharing things from Books, Poems/Prose, Quotes, Links, Images, Etc. My 2 sites/blogs here are "Glory to God Alone" (shared quotes, links, media, books, etc.) AND "Battle, Adventure, Beauty"(my own poems, prose, notes, thoughts,etc.)

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