My daughter in law, Julie Yeats, penned these words set to a familiar poem. Enjoy!
Twas the night before Christmas and all through God’s house
Not a deacon was stirring, not even his spouse
The chairs were lined up in the sanctuary with care
In hopes that church members would soon be there
The Pastor and wife were all snug in their beds
While visions of Duck Dynasty danced in their heads
And me with my mop and a vacuum in hand
Had just finished cleaning and it looked Spic and Span!
I was checking the locks and the bars on the door
When I noticed a note laying there on the floor
Away to the letter I went in a hurry
Tore open the envelope, but all the words were blurry.
I needed my glasses, but where could they be?
Oh, they are my head, I thought, “Silly me!”
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
There would be a guest coming tonight and he’s coming here!
But not just any visitor, so lively and quick
I knew in a moment it wasn’t St. Nick
It was a King who was coming on this cold, winter night
I must get ready, everything must be just right.
I called the church staff, the deacons and the band
But no one answered my call they had made other plans
And then, in a twinkling, I heard a small knock
I opened the door and stood there in shock
“Who are you?” I said “What do YOU need?”
The man said, “I am cold, sir, and have no place to sleep.”
He was dressed all in rags, from head to his shoes
I told him, “You must go; I don’t have time to help you!”
The man said, “Please, kind sir, I have nowhere to go
It’s dark outside and it’s beginning to snow.”
I shouted, “You are not a King, you must leave before he arrives.”
So the cold, tired man turned away – hopeless to survive.
As I slammed the door behind him, I felt a tug deep inside
I was sure I did the right thing; after all, a King was coming tonight.
But the more I started thinking; I couldn’t help but wonder why
A King would come for ME on this quiet, Christmas night.
I am no one special – I’ve done nothing good for Him
I’ve been selfish and wrong, a slave to my sin.
Then suddenly another knock was heard
I opened the door to see the man had returned.
“Forgive me!” I shouted as I hugged him so tight
“I should have never have let you go out in the night.”
The man simply smiled and nodded his head
He forgave me for all I had done and had said.
He said, “Tonight you will know what forgiveness will bring
Aren’t you expecting a visit from a King?”
Then he gave me a letter and said, “The King HAS come.”
I opened it up to see who the letter was from.
It said, “He came as a babe one holy night
Into a dark world, He became the LIGHT
Then He died on a cross and rose the third day
To give you new life and make a new way.”
“This gift He gives full of mercy and grace
Can be yours to receive – any time, any place.”
And I heard the man shout, as he walked out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight.”