Good Friends - kweaver 06

This poem is written for my dear friends whether near or far

Good friends are the ones you can count on
Good friends are the ones who care
Good friends are the ones who will laugh with you
With whom the tender moments you share

Good friends don’t care what you look like
They just want to be close by
Good friends are the ones you can lean on
They hold you if you need to cry

You don’t need clever conversation
Sometimes you don’t need to talk at all
Good friends celebrate and cheer for you
And help you up if ever you fall

Good friends you just can’t live with out them
And no matter how far you may part
Good friends are the ones you can call upon
They don’t stray very far from your heart

It doesn’t have to be everyday contact
Even if time slips on past
Yet with good friends you just pick up again
Where ever you left off last

I may not have spoken to you sooner
But I can honestly say
There isn’t a day that passes
When I don’t think of you in some small way

Good friends, I know we are
Good friends, we’ll forever be
Good friends don’t come by often
Thank you for blessing me.

A poem from Christmas 2005 - On that Night- kweaver

On that night a star did shine
To announce to earth the event Devine

The baby laid in a manager lo
Was sent because He loved us so
The angels sang with all their might
To welcome Him that Holy night

Born a birth humble and plain
He came in flesh to forgive our shame
No store bought gift could replace
The very moment of our Lord’s grace
Only the animals there did see
The One who was born to die for me


Kw 05

Christmas Eve Reflections - kweaver

As I sit by the fire at Christmas and reflect
Santa is my focus yet there’s someone I neglect
He was born long ago in a run down shack
He died, He rose and one day, He’ll be coming back

Yet my focus shifts quickly to the jolly old bloke
Who comes down the chimney in his white and red cloak
The one who is silent also wears white and red
But it’s because His robe is stained by the blood that He shed

Santa welcomes children each to sit upon his lap
They put in their requests as the camera’s lens snap
He checks each name twice to make sure they deserve
The present or the item they put on reserve

The quiet sideliner also welcomes every child
With open arms of gentleness and patience so mild
He knows each one’s name, every hair on their head
No checking is required He gives unconditionally instead

Santa pops up and down the chimney with a touch to his nose
Hauling around his magic sack of toys wherever he goes
He travels through the night faster than light
With his eight tiny reindeer leading him in flight

The humble Son of God does not have a magic wagon
Or an entourage of reindeer or a sack that He is dragging
He stays right beside me and never goes away
His gifts are eternal and available each day

At Christmas time it’s fun to play the Santa game
But it’s really about Him and how in flesh He came
To deliver me from my sins and wash them all away
That tiny little baby who in a manger lay

I sit here by the fire and feel the warm flame on my face
I remember Him more clearly and His abundant grace
I remember His gentle manner and the way He calls my name
I remember the Holy night when my saviour Jesus came.