Advent

The days start to shorten

     and the darkness creeps in

Our hearts long for saving

     and the waiting begins

We enter this season

     with priorities all wrong

Beat down by the year

     so painful and long

So often it is said

     that hope spring eternal

But often it's forgotten

     in pursuing the external

But assured is this hope

     though we cannot yet see

It is certain and ensured

     by His death on the tree

Frequently this season

     is nothing more than a blur

But presence is a gift

     like frankincense and myrrh

Preparing our hearts

     should not be by chance

So that the manger

     receive more than a glance

Often passing delight

     is mistaken for joy

Craving the next thing

     it's all just a ploy

Though often it's missed

     joy itself is a gift

Through a future secure

     we are no longer adrift

If everyone were honest

     one would top the list

Most valuable is love

     giving a meaning to exist

It can sometimes be found

     in family and friend

But the true source

     no other can transcend

Christ is the focus

     the waiting is finished

Our souls are revived

     we can strive undiminished

Dispelled is the darkness

     and hope born anew

Our lives are ransomed

     God broke through

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