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  •  Johnny Cash's "The Christmas Guest" (6+ / 0-)

    Blessings to you and yours, wherever you and they are.

    Some Christmas Johnny Cash:

    It happened one day near December's end
    Two neighbors called on an old friend
    And they found his shop so meager and lame
    Made gay with a thousand bows of green
    And Conrad was sittin' with face ashined
    When he suddenly stopped as he stiched a twine
    And he said "Oh friends at dawn today
    When the cock was crowin' the night away
    The Lord appeared in a dream to me
    And said 'I'm comin' your guest to be.'

    So I've been busy with feet astir
    And strewin' 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'd 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'd had a few hours before
    So he ran to the window after hearin' a sound
    But all he could see on the snow-covered ground
    Was a shabby begger who's 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'll 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 ol' lady with a shawl of black
    With a bundle of kindlin' 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 steamin' 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 slippin' away

    And the Lord hadn't come as He said He would
    And Conrad felt sure he'd 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 comin' today
    For the hours of Christmas had passed away
    So he went to his room and he knelt down to pray
    And he said "Dear Lord, why did You delay?
    What kept You from comin' 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 begger with bruised, cold feet
    And I was the woman you gave somethin' 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"

    "The true strength of our nation comes not from the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals." - Barack Obama

    by HeyMikey on Tue Dec 25, 2012 at 09:11:05 AM PST

    •  That's always been (0+ / 0-)

      one of my favorite Christmas recordings. If only more people would open their hearts like that, can you imagine what life would be like?

      “Fairy tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.” ― G.K. Chesterton

      by bayushisan on Wed Dec 26, 2012 at 02:52:01 PM PST

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