If I were God this Christmas If I were God this Christmas.. I tell you what I'd do I'd show them all just what I want and what He came to do If I were God this Christmas.. I'd make it right and sure that the light that I had sent was set apart and pure No more of these Christmas trees.. who made them anyway? Didn't I, and yet what do they show of poverty? My Son, He came, yet as a babe not with crowns and robes but as the many out your windows who cry out for homes He was taken care of.. tis true He ne'er did lack yet one day did He bear a cross upon His back.. to save the undernourished.. while all you dine so well.. "keep eating, till yer nice and fat "so you'll be fit for hell" satan's voice keeps calling.. and you hearken both your ears.. instead of comforting the masses.. who season with their tears the very streets you walk upon how could you miss the light that shone beginning back so far one cold, yet blessed night Burn up all the mistletoe.. and set the holly blazing.. maybe then you'd be more focussed and the dead a-raising.. What about this little servant.. who has stolen glory mine? You give him adoration.. you name him as divine.. You sing great songs and cheer with delight "Santa's on his way" but what does santa sing about the reason for this day? Does he tell about the One who was my greatest gift? Or give a jolly "ho ho ho" to make your spirits lift.. What about the reindeer.. who're supposed to fly.. I know I haven't seen one.. see you more than I? And yet it seems a red nosed buck shines so bright and true.. that many of you put aside the Son I gave to you.. Wherefore is the burning fire.. which I lit inside? Are you not called to light the world? Or do you choose to hide.. that burning ember neath your tree . or in a magic sleigh Or under tasty chocolates that you share on Christmas day Maybe I didn't make my point... Maybe I wasn't clear.. Maybe you're just too tired from all that you have done this year.. Maybe all the words I said and all my Son has done.. should be wrapped and put away.. until you're all done. Maybe after all this peace and joy has taken leave.. you'll reach out for me again.. and I'll get my reprieve.. Did I not say unto you.. That my glory is not shared? -- Think about this.. really think.. or be left unprepared.. I know I am not the God who created all we see.. but how He stands by as we play in all serenity.. How He takes the pain of seeing so many die each day.. How He bears all of the thorns we give to Him each day is far beyond my understanding.. far beyond belief.. Why we sit so idle now.. with so many racked with grief.. all of it just blows my mind.. and yet, with God I see.. that He must have a mercy deeper than eternity.. for if I saw such lavish choice a-given to my sons.. if I filled their every need.. I would come undone.. if they chose to leave the poor and sorrowed out as they pleasantly dined.. and barely gave a widow's mite.. to even those who pined each and every day for merely one day filled with peace.. I know I could not take much more I'd have to make it cease. But God gives all of you your chances to choose right from wrong.. to sing a glorious "allelujah" or join the world's song.. and on that day regardless of the faith we have inside.. what we did is what decides wherefore we'll reside.. So enjoy that turkey dinner.. and pass the cranberry sauce.. What in Heaven does it matter.. that so many suffer loss.. of life and limb and all they have.. We are fed and clothed.. We are majesty unfurled.. We are worldly known.. We have all for that we ask.. so let us all make merry.. and drink until we fall asleep.. Jesus shall to tarry. I warn you.. you who take this day and make it up in red and green.. might take thought to consider.. the perfect radiant sheen.. that you're trading for this pottage which fadeth with the day.. eat and drink and enjoy yourselves while the rope doth fray.. which doth hold thee in this life.. and know that you shall answer.. to the one whom you have vowed has become your Master. I wish you not the blessing.. that you on you have heaped.. but that you realize in truth that all seeds sown are reaped.. and that awesome judgement just might find the steps you've trod.. -- This is what I'd say to earth.. if my name were God.