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The True Meaning

By Margot Brose

 

It's not about getting, or about giving,

It's about the one who came,

Our tiny Savior, Who suffered and died,

To save us from the flame.

 

It Could Have Been Me

 A song by Libby Roberts

(verse 1)

I'm walking out of the shopping mall

Wind's icy cold. Snow begins to fall.

Everyone's in a hurry, irratable, and,

I can hardly stand it all.

 

I'm in a bad mood myself, while

Walking to the car, I see a child.

He's barely got enough to keep warm,

And he stands there in front of the store,

Ringing a bell with a money jar.

 

I suddenly feel a pang of pain

Veiw myself with sudden distain.

How could we all be so ticked off

When we really do have it all,

And hardly give any away?

 

And I ask the Lord,

 

(chorus)

I don't know why you've chosen me.

I'm probably no better than he.

The only difference between us,

Is that one's too busy to fuss

With the other who's down in the dumps.

And, Lord, I don't know why you've chosen me over him.

I'm simply here wasting your gifts on a whim.

But now I have a new outlook on what I have.

Help to never forget.

 

So open my eyes, Lord

Help me to see,

Through the cheapness of the holidays...

Cause it could've been me.

 

(verse 2)

Serving food in a soup line Christmas Eve

I study the faces of the people as they start to leave.

There's anger, hurt, and pain.

Their Christmas shall be stained,

By the extra holiday grief.

 

And as I gingerly pass out their food,

I'm wondering why they could be so rude

As to not say thank you. then I realize,

How empty they must feel during holidays.

Wihtout God's strength inside.

 

And I ask the Lord,

 

(chorus)

So open my eyes, Lord

Help me to see,

Through the cheapness of the holidays...

Cause it could've been me.

 

Could've been me standing there.

In the pit of my despair.

Could've been me cold and alone.

Could've been me without a home.

 

(chorus)

So open my eyes, Lord

Help me to see,

Through the cheapness of the holidays...

Cause it could've been me.

 

Help me to see...

It could've been me, Lord.

It could've been me.

 

The Meaning

By Victoria Baird

Though coming around not but once a year
it brings to all a wonderful cheer
and whether or not there's snow
and whether or not there are bows

Christmas will still come
because the infant child came from the kingdom
above to save us all

So whether you get a ball or a doll
always remember it's not what you get but what
He did.

 

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