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HAPPY CHRISTMAS!

Good Morning everyone!

May you have a wonderful time of celebration blessed by the presence of none other than Jesus Himself!  If He is the Savior of your heart, you already have the greatest gift of all; what a wonderful future awaits those who have put their trust and invested their hopes in Him!

For your enjoyment (I hope!) I have included a Christmas poem below that I wrote for my husband a few years ago.

Merry Christmas!

 

The Stable of My Heart 

Amanda Mauricio (c) 2005

He deserves a temple of gold,
A palace o’er His head,
And yet He came to rest in me,
A manger for His bed.
Within the trough of my desires,
The King of Heaven lay:
Such unmerited favor for
This heart of wood and clay!

Before the world retained a form
And sunlight spanned the sky,
The Father knew that Man would fall
And that The Son must die.
Knowing this, He did not select
A palace for Christ’s birth;
But chose the stable of my heart
And gave my soul its worth.

Had I but known the King would come
To rest within my frame,
I could have been a temple bright
And not a stable plain.
But even gilded palaces
Fall short of God’s design;
Man’s efforts are all futile for
This little Guest Divine.

He chose me just the way I am
With cobwebs, dust, and dirt:
Such an unstable construction
Weakened by years of hurt!
He didn’t come in judgment but
His life revealed all:
The dirty floors, dark corners, and
Rusty tools on my wall

I haven’t much to give: no gifts
Of Frankincense or Myrrh,
Just a life of disappointment,
Dreams that did not occur.
My accomplishments mean nothing;
My busyness is vain.
This I have to offer Him:
My guiltiness and shame.

My offering He bravely bore
Upon Calvary’s Hill:
What love the Christ must have for me
To do the Father’s Will!
To give up the joy of Heaven,
Forgiveness to impart,
And to take up residence in
The stable of my heart.

Since then the Holy Carpenter
Has chiseled at my beams,
Straightened a warped and buckled roof,
And repaired broken seams.
There still is so much work to do;
A stable still I am,
But I can be a palace when
I trust the Maker’s hands.

The hands that were once so little,
Wrapped up in strips of cloth;
The hands that hewed the wood that His
Creations were made of;
The hands that were pierced and bloodied,
He stretched them far apart:
He gave up His life to rebuild
The stable of my heart.

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