We are looking for any sign,
In nearly all that we may do;
Especially for the Divine,
When His arrival will be due.
We look in the sky for a star,
As well as for maybe a cloud;
We are looking both near and far,
For Christ to pull us from the crowd.
We search deep into our mind,
And the inner depths of the heart;
In seeing if we just may find,
Any sign that we can impart.
Because the magi from the East,
That were coming from afar;
And were able to say at least,
On being guided by a star.
A sign of peace and of the love,
That God has sent His only Son;
The Word incarnate from above,
Giving us the Anointed One.
A sign for to give peace on earth,
And the good will unto all men;
For Mary to be giving birth,
To our Messiah back then.
But today many close the door,
And frankly seem no longer care;
For any signs they just ignore,
The love that the Father does share.
Their minds hardened as they have blocked,
The signs that Heaven is showing;
Like birds of a feather they flocked,
To places where booze is flowing.
They look for the signs of pleasure,
Treating Christmas as an off day;
Rather than heavenly treasure,
Are in contempt and disobey
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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