by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges
In 1996 I started sending Heart Thoughts out to family and friends. It was a monthly endeavor that I loved doing. Each issue contained a poem or two by me, some other poets, little quotes, and Scripture verses. It was usually centered around a central theme; especially if that particular month had a holiday in it.
By 2001 I was needing a break. I actually was looking into making my own magazine but that never panned out. Besides having two babies; paper, ink, envelopes, stamps, etc… could cost a lot of money. At the time I had 60 subscribers to my little newsletter.
So on Saturday as I sifted through a box I found a copy of the very last one I sent out. Smaller than probably any other I had done, it simply has a poem on one side and a heart felt good-bye on the other. Wow. Bitter sweet.
(I started this blog in 2009 but it wasn’t until 2013 that I really worked on it. That’s another story, for another time.)
I don’t remember writing this poem but it touches something inside of me. A simple prayer asking God to not let me, or you, forget what Christmas is truly about:
it sure would be nice
to look out my window pane
and watch the white fall
to the ground
from these skies so grey.
How others would laugh at me
and maybe even scorn
if they knew how much I long
for the white to fall and fall.
But when it comes upon this land
it serves to remind me so
that as You look upon my heart
it is whiter than the snow.
The red, red blood of Jesus
has cleansed me from my sin
so please, dear Lord, I ask You
the from the clouds
And once again this Christmas
I’ll remember why He came
and my heart is pure and spotless
whiter than the snow
I see out my window pane.
~Marcell Warner Bridges
©10, December 2001
All Rights Reserved.
Oh how I LOVE the blood of Jesus. I am so thankful, grateful, for His willingness to go to that cross, be nailed to it, and take every sin — past, present, and future — upon Himself so I, and you, can have eternal life with Him in heaven when we accept His free gift of salvation.
I think this Christmas I’m going to start back a tradition I used to do. Wrap my heart inside of an envelope and place it underneath the Christmas tree. My gift to Jesus.
Will you do the same?