DAILY CATHOLIC    CHRISTMAS ISSUE     December 23-27, 1998     vol. 9, no. 248


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      Today's food for thought are two very poignant poems that are actually prayers and definitely moving. The first a story is anonymous but it comes from the viewpoint of a soul who has just entered Heaven and cannot describe in earthly words the majestic celebration of eternal Christmas in "Christmas in Heaven." The second is a take-off on "Twas the night before Christmas" and, with consideration to Clement Moore and Bethany House, we present an adaptation of this well-known poem from a Catholic point of view entitled, "Twas the night before Christ's Mass".

Christmas in Heaven

    This will be my first Christmas in Heaven,
    What a glorious, wonderful day.
    I will share with the saints of all ages
    Who found Christ, the Truth and the Way.

    I will sing with the angelic choirs
    The song they sang that blest morn,
    When shepherds first heard the glad story
    That JESUS, the SAVIOR was born.

    We will share in telling the story
    How Jesus to Bethlehem came.
    We'll sing the glad songs of redemption
    How we're saved through His precious Name.

    You know how I always loved Christmas.
    It seemed such a wonderful day
    With loved ones gathered around me
    The children so happy, yes, okay.

    But how can I tell you of Heaven,
    No Christmas on earth could compare
    With all the rapture and beauty
    I've never beheld ever anywhere.

    Though I miss you all so dearly.
    What a joy someday it will be
    When my loved ones and friends are with me
    To SHARE in the glories I see.

    Till then, keep looking for Jesus.
    He shall one day come for you.
    Once again we'll share Christmas together
    In our sweet home beyond the blue!

Twas the night before Christ's Mass

    Twas the night before Christ's Mass and all through the house,
    Not a creature was praying, not me or my spouse.
    Catechism and bible stuffed on the shelf without care,
    In hopes that Jesus would not visit us there.

    The children were getting ready to crawl into bed
    Not once ever kneeling nor bowing their heads.
    And Mom in her rocker with the baby on her lap
    Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.

    When out of the East there arose such a clatter,
    That I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter,
    Away to the window I flew like a flash
    Flung open the shutters and raised up the sash.

    When what to my wondering eyes did appear
    But the angels proclaiming that Jesus was here!
    With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray,
    I knew in a second this must be the DAY!

    The light of His countenance made me cover face,
    It was truly Divine Mercy radiant with grace.
    And though I was manly with worldly things and wealth,
    I cried when I say Him in spite of myself.

    In the words of this verse the meaning is clear;
    Jesus's Second Coming is drawing near.
    A new millennium dawns - the Triumph will come
    Believing God's words - sadly there are only some.

    Now is the time, light the lamps, do not tarry a bit,
    Tell all you know to kneel and pray, do not sit.
    Rush to your church, be not late for Christ's Mass.
    It's your chance to truly receive Him at last.

    Body and Blood, Soul and Divinity He is present,
    Examine your conscience, be not negligent;
    For today may be your last, and you want to be ready
    To receive His graces with a pure soul that's steady.

    For if we forget His Word and neglect His earthly Vicar,
    The very core of our souls will grow much sicker.
    Consider the scene that I am about to relate
    Of how Jesus looked at me and slowly did state:

    "In this great Book, that I hold in My hands,
    Contain the names of each saved woman and man."
    He spoke not a word as He searched for my name;
    When He pined, "You're not here" my soul hung in shame.

    The people whose names had been written in love
    He gathered to take to His Just Father above.
    With those who were ready He embraced as sheep found
    While all the rest were left standing around.

    I fell to my knees, but it was too late;
    I had waited too long, thus sealing my fate!
    I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight;
    Oh, if only, dear God, I had been ready tonight.

    For all Heaven weeps when one soul is lost,
    If only we could understand the terrible cost.
    For there's only one life and when comes the last call
    We'll know His Words, through His Church, are true after all!

December 23-27, 1998       volume 9, no. 248


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