Behold I stand

Behold I stand!

I Stand When the night is deep with the sense of Christmas
And expectancy hangs heavy on every breath
Behold I stand at the door and knock

When the floor is knee deep in discarded wrapping paper
And the new books are open at page one
And the new toys are already broken
Behold I stand at the door and knock.

When the family is squashed elbow to elbow around the table
And the furious rush for food is over
And the only word that can describe the feeling is FULL
Behold I stand at the door and knock

And when Christmas is over and the television is silent
For the first time in two days
And who sent which card to whom is forgotten until next year
Behold I stand at the door

And when the nation has finished celebrating Christmas without Christ
A birthday without a birth
The coming of a Kingdom without a King
And when I am Forgotten; Despised; Rejected; Crucified
Behold I stand.


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