A Christmas Story

My wife attended Christmas service, went there all alone

Although the roads were icy I still sent her on her own

“The Son of God became a man and washed our sins away”

It’s sounding like a “fairy tale,” that’s all I’m gonna say

I felt I’d be a hypocrite to hear this sermon preached

Why waste the time and effort on a man who can’t be reached

Then suddenly the blizzard caused a scene outside the norm

Some birds just hit the window seeking shelter from the storm

Something deep inside me said to help them or they’ll die

I knew not what to do but I decided I would try

I tried spreading out some bread crumbs, maybe lead them to the barn

I need somehow to show them I don’t mean them any harm

Because I wasn’t one of them it didn’t seem to matter

I tried catching them and herding them, I only made them scatter

It started sinking in that there was nothing I could do

They’re simply just afraid of me, and skittish through and through

A thought was pressed upon me that I’m sure sounds quite absurd

The only way they’d follow is if I became a bird

I listened to the church bells ring, I heard it in my soul

This metaphor I’m living was apparently God’s goal

It’s then and only then that I began to understand

God knew we’d only follow Him by coming as a Man

I dropped down on my knees and I repented in the snow

Excited to inform my wife, from here on out, I’ll go