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The Christmas Guest

Discussion in 'Random Ramblings' started by debilorrah, Dec 23, 2009.

  1. debilorrah

    debilorrah The Great Guru of Yap Premium Member

    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 and
    Strewing my shop with branches of fir.
    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. Cindiloohoo

    Cindiloohoo Quiet as a Church Mouse

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    That is beautiful, thanks for sharing! God Bless!!!
     
  3. Camelot Farms

    Camelot Farms Chickenista

    Who does this reading Debi? I hear it on the radio at the holidays and I love his voice!
     
  4. Mahonri

    Mahonri Urban Desert Chicken Enthusiast Premium Member

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    Nice
     
  5. ChickBond 007

    ChickBond 007 Licensed to Cull

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    Thanks, Debi.
     
  6. debilorrah

    debilorrah The Great Guru of Yap Premium Member

    Quote:It was originally read by Reba McIntyre. I have never heard anyone else do it.
     
  7. teach1rusl

    teach1rusl Love My Chickens

    Brings a tear to my eye every time...
     
  8. Miss Sebright

    Miss Sebright Little Hen.....Big Attitude!

    Apr 3, 2009
    In a nutshell
    That was great.
     
  9. Bantamlover23

    Bantamlover23 Chillin' With My Peeps

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    I thought I had recognized it. I have the CD with it on it. I really do like this story. [​IMG]
     
  10. Camelot Farms

    Camelot Farms Chickenista

    Johnny Cash!

    I had only ever heard a man do the reading so I googled and Johnny did a reading of it 1963. That must be the one that I have heard.

    The google search also turned up Andy Griffith and Grandpa Jones (HeeHaw)

    A classic!
     

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