A Child’s Christmas Prayer
By Larry Linville
Dear Jesus,
I’m just a little kid.
I’m not so old you know
but I just keep wonderin’
how your star has such a glow.
You could have stayed in heaven
but you came down to this earth
and made the greatest sacrifice
though I have no special worth.
When you had a birthday party
each and every year
did you know I’d celebrate it
as I sing Christmas songs right here?
Did you get many presents
besides frankincense and gold
and did you have a happy toy
you could just sit and hold?
I wish I could have been there
with shepherds and their sheep
to look upon your sweet face
as you laid there fast asleep.
But since I could not be there
I just ask and pray
that you will be here with me
on this special Christmas Day!
Amen
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Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Seduced Labor
Seducing Labor
By Larry Linville
She approached with her face one big smile.
She had great news she wanted to say
so she spoke so loud everyone could hear
no matter if they stood far away.
“I’m a grandma for the first time,” she said
and she looked with great pride at her neighbor.
“They took my daughter to delivery
and they carefully seduced labor.”
It would have been wrong for me to comment
or correct the wrong work she used.
So I just congratulated her
and did not reveal I was amused.
“Did they put a HyVee in her arm?”
I asked in my best orneriness.
Unaware I had said anything wrong,
“As a matter of face,” she said, “yes!”
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By Larry Linville
She approached with her face one big smile.
She had great news she wanted to say
so she spoke so loud everyone could hear
no matter if they stood far away.
“I’m a grandma for the first time,” she said
and she looked with great pride at her neighbor.
“They took my daughter to delivery
and they carefully seduced labor.”
It would have been wrong for me to comment
or correct the wrong work she used.
So I just congratulated her
and did not reveal I was amused.
“Did they put a HyVee in her arm?”
I asked in my best orneriness.
Unaware I had said anything wrong,
“As a matter of face,” she said, “yes!”
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Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Garth Brooks and Worship
Garth Brooks and Worship
By Larry Linville
I dreamed I went to worship
in a great big concert hall
with seats as far as you can see
and the ceiling was so tall.
Then the music started loudly
and the lights began to flash
as Garth Brooks came running
while I heard the cymbals crash.
The crowd stood and waved their arms
as they sang on every song
at full volume each one sang
and they never got it wrong.
Then my dream took a crazy turn
as only in dreams it could
and Jesus Christ was standing
where moments ago Garth stood.
I began to see excitement
that worship seldom reveals
with people showing the depth
of where every person feels.
“Friends in Low Places” seemed to
explore our lives lived in sin
but “We Shall Be Free” gave us
the joy to smile, shout, and grin.
“The Dance” reminded us of joy
when we surrender all our cares
and recall when things are unclear
as he sings “Unanswered Prayers.”
“Thunder Rolls” reminds of power
when Jesus died on the cross
“If Tomorrow Never Comes”
helps us survive every loss.
We feel how the disciples felt
when the tomb was all sealed up
but our joy returned when we heard
“Ain’t Goin’ Down til The Sun Comes up.”
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By Larry Linville
I dreamed I went to worship
in a great big concert hall
with seats as far as you can see
and the ceiling was so tall.
Then the music started loudly
and the lights began to flash
as Garth Brooks came running
while I heard the cymbals crash.
The crowd stood and waved their arms
as they sang on every song
at full volume each one sang
and they never got it wrong.
Then my dream took a crazy turn
as only in dreams it could
and Jesus Christ was standing
where moments ago Garth stood.
I began to see excitement
that worship seldom reveals
with people showing the depth
of where every person feels.
“Friends in Low Places” seemed to
explore our lives lived in sin
but “We Shall Be Free” gave us
the joy to smile, shout, and grin.
“The Dance” reminded us of joy
when we surrender all our cares
and recall when things are unclear
as he sings “Unanswered Prayers.”
“Thunder Rolls” reminds of power
when Jesus died on the cross
“If Tomorrow Never Comes”
helps us survive every loss.
We feel how the disciples felt
when the tomb was all sealed up
but our joy returned when we heard
“Ain’t Goin’ Down til The Sun Comes up.”
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Monday, December 15, 2008
Memories of Children's Pageants
Memories of Children’s Pageants
By Larry Linville
Watching children’s pageants
down through all the ages
with programs all printed
in thousands of small pages.
They are always different
and yet so much alike
from the red-haired freckled lad
to the high-pitched squeaking mic.
Some dress in fancy clothing
reflecting the latest styles.
Others ill-fitting costumes
which bring us many smiles.
Haloes made from hangers
with tinsel of bright gold
on angels extremely shy
and others very bold.
Bathrobes on the shepherds
almost covering their clothes.
Little girl lifting her dress
while picking at her nose.
Cute little sheep on all four,
how quickly each one crawls
while they had long floppy ears
on caps glued with cotton balls.
Virgin Mary dressed in blue
held Jesus very near
as winged angels sang to her
and told her not to fear.
Some songs were known to us.
We’d heard them many times
but others were different
with modern sounding rhymes.
Some sang the tunes off key
and others softly sang.
Those who had no stage fright,
O how the rafters rang.
When the last words were spoken
and the last song was complete
with tears of joy inside
we sprang up from our seat
to cheer our friends and offspring
for every song and word
and no one could convince us
it’s not the best we’ve heard.
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By Larry Linville
Watching children’s pageants
down through all the ages
with programs all printed
in thousands of small pages.
They are always different
and yet so much alike
from the red-haired freckled lad
to the high-pitched squeaking mic.
Some dress in fancy clothing
reflecting the latest styles.
Others ill-fitting costumes
which bring us many smiles.
Haloes made from hangers
with tinsel of bright gold
on angels extremely shy
and others very bold.
Bathrobes on the shepherds
almost covering their clothes.
Little girl lifting her dress
while picking at her nose.
Cute little sheep on all four,
how quickly each one crawls
while they had long floppy ears
on caps glued with cotton balls.
Virgin Mary dressed in blue
held Jesus very near
as winged angels sang to her
and told her not to fear.
Some songs were known to us.
We’d heard them many times
but others were different
with modern sounding rhymes.
Some sang the tunes off key
and others softly sang.
Those who had no stage fright,
O how the rafters rang.
When the last words were spoken
and the last song was complete
with tears of joy inside
we sprang up from our seat
to cheer our friends and offspring
for every song and word
and no one could convince us
it’s not the best we’ve heard.
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Saturday, December 13, 2008
Dasher and Dancer
Dasher and Dancer
By Larry Linville
Dasher and Dancer
the first two reindeer
have a unique story
that you ought to hear.
Brother and sister
when they were born
a pair of twins
on that Christmas morn.
Dasher was first born
at the rise of the sun
and he got his name
by showing up on a run.
Dancer was second
or so it would seem
moved to the music
she heard in her dream.
They were Santa’s first choice
when he first got his sleigh.
He wanted to start out with
those who would play.
Dasher was chosen
to move things along
and Dancer gave them
great movement with song.
Year after year
their names were called first.
If they had worn buttons
for sure they would burst.
Once they asked Santa
why he made all this fuss.
So he told the story
of Christmas and us.
He held up a dolly
and told of a child
born in a manger
as sweetly he smiled.
And Mary and Joseph
journeyed so far
to stay in a stable
out under a star.
He told of the donkey
on which Mary rode
proud he had been
to carry his load.
He told of the sheep
who stayed in a field
as angels arrived
and their message revealed.
With all the animals
involved in this story
they seemed so honored
to share in the glory.
So every Christmas
as they lead Santa’s sleigh
they see their task
as both work and play
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By Larry Linville
Dasher and Dancer
the first two reindeer
have a unique story
that you ought to hear.
Brother and sister
when they were born
a pair of twins
on that Christmas morn.
Dasher was first born
at the rise of the sun
and he got his name
by showing up on a run.
Dancer was second
or so it would seem
moved to the music
she heard in her dream.
They were Santa’s first choice
when he first got his sleigh.
He wanted to start out with
those who would play.
Dasher was chosen
to move things along
and Dancer gave them
great movement with song.
Year after year
their names were called first.
If they had worn buttons
for sure they would burst.
Once they asked Santa
why he made all this fuss.
So he told the story
of Christmas and us.
He held up a dolly
and told of a child
born in a manger
as sweetly he smiled.
And Mary and Joseph
journeyed so far
to stay in a stable
out under a star.
He told of the donkey
on which Mary rode
proud he had been
to carry his load.
He told of the sheep
who stayed in a field
as angels arrived
and their message revealed.
With all the animals
involved in this story
they seemed so honored
to share in the glory.
So every Christmas
as they lead Santa’s sleigh
they see their task
as both work and play
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Friday, December 12, 2008
Little Known History
Little Known History
By Larry Linville
I heard it said so it must be true
about William Penn and so I’ll tell you.
His father’s sisters were nice ladies
but their business was often shady.
They hired these fellows who rode in ships
and committed crimes up to their hips,
stopping every ship that sailed the seas
unloading their cargo with great ease.
They became famous both far and wide.
Their business and ethics would collide.
When they were nabbed there was a great dance
for they had the Pirates of Penn’s Aunts.
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By Larry Linville
I heard it said so it must be true
about William Penn and so I’ll tell you.
His father’s sisters were nice ladies
but their business was often shady.
They hired these fellows who rode in ships
and committed crimes up to their hips,
stopping every ship that sailed the seas
unloading their cargo with great ease.
They became famous both far and wide.
Their business and ethics would collide.
When they were nabbed there was a great dance
for they had the Pirates of Penn’s Aunts.
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Monday, December 8, 2008
Paper Not Colored On
Paper Not Colored On
By Larry Linville
Her wisdom in words far exceed her years.
She spoke in uniqueness one seldom hears.
People besides her parents amused
at the creative language this child used.
“I feel like a piece of paper,” she blared,
“That’s never been colored on” she declared.
From out of nowhere this gem was stated
like other sayings she had created.
I laughed loudly and then I had a thought
that this young lady had just said a lot.
If all of us start life as a blank page
what is found on it is kind of a gauge.
A life which is lived alone and unused
is often a life which is very confused.
But life which is filled with activity
has multiple colors that all can see.
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By Larry Linville
Her wisdom in words far exceed her years.
She spoke in uniqueness one seldom hears.
People besides her parents amused
at the creative language this child used.
“I feel like a piece of paper,” she blared,
“That’s never been colored on” she declared.
From out of nowhere this gem was stated
like other sayings she had created.
I laughed loudly and then I had a thought
that this young lady had just said a lot.
If all of us start life as a blank page
what is found on it is kind of a gauge.
A life which is lived alone and unused
is often a life which is very confused.
But life which is filled with activity
has multiple colors that all can see.
© Copyright 2008 Larry Linville (UN: larrylinville at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Larry Linville has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work
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