The Christmas Guest

Discussion in 'Spirituality/Worship' started by Lms526, Dec 8, 2006.

  1. Lms526

    Lms526 New Member

    Last year around this time, I heard this song on the radio. It is by Reba McIntyre and it really touched me. I think it really captures the true meaning of Christmas. I hope it is a blessing to you all!

    In Christ,

    The Christmas Guest

    It happened one day near December's end
    Two neighbors called on an old friend
    And they found his shop so meager and lean
    Made gay with thousand bows of green

    And Conrad was sitting with face a-shine
    When he suddenly stopped as he stitched a twine
    And he 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'm coming your guest to be"
    So I've been busy with feet astir
    Strewing my shop with branches of fern

    The table is spread and the kettle is shined
    And over the rafters the holly is twined
    Now I'll wait for my Lord to appear
    And listen closely so I will hear

    His step as He nears my humble place
    And I'll open the door and look on 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 had passed away
    And Conrad had spent many a sad Christmas Day
    But he knew with the Lord as his Christmas Guest
    This Christmas would be the dearest and best

    So 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 at his door
    Like the vision he had had a few hours before

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

    But Conrad was touched and he went to the door
    And he said, "You know, your feet must be frozen and sore
    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 Conrad noticed the time of day
    And wondered what made the Lord so late
    And how much longer he'd have to wait

    When he heard a knock, he ran to the door
    But it was only a stranger once more
    A bent old lady with a shawl of black
    With a bundle of kindling 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 slipping away

    And the Lord hadn't come as he said he would
    Then Conrad felt sure he had misunderstood
    When out of the stillness he heard a cry
    “Please help me and tell me where am I?"

    So again he opened his friendly door
    And stood disappointed as twice before
    It was only a child who’d wandered away
    And was lost from her family on Christmas Day

    Again Conrad's heart was heavy and sad
    But he knew he should make the little girl glad
    So he called her in and he 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 the Lord was not coming today
    For the hours of Christmas had 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
    And three times I came to your lonely door

    I was the beggar with bruised, cold feet
    And I was the woman you gave something to eat
    I was the child on the homeless street
    Three times I knocked, and three times I came in
    And each time I found the warmth of a friend

    Of all the gifts, love is the best
    And I was honored to be your Christmas Guest
  2. carebelle

    carebelle New Member

    what a lovely song thank you for this I needed something to comfort my heart today.