When the Tinsel Fades

An old crocheted Christmas tree
whose ribbon still shines today
A baby’s red and green toboggan hat
gently laid away
A faded green bowl
with burgandy ribbon and glitter glow
And an old french horn
miniature, faded fake gold

Is this what Christmas is?
Old worn out ornaments
On a plastic tree
Lights that blow from season to season
We must get a new box
Remember the reason

No, its not the crochet
That’s not why we keep it around
But upon each worn tired ornament
A memory surrounds
I remember the little hat
Atop my baby’s shining face
I remember the plastic french horn
In its shinier days

As we look with nostalgia
to Christmases long past
Let us not forget the silent night
nor the light that entered to last
For Jesus is why we celebrate
not the holly and the wreaths
He alone is worthy of adoration
It’s definitely not the feast

So as we look at faded ornaments
and dimming Christmas light
Remember he who saved us
and felt our human plight
As the season’s ending
before its barely begun
There is one who holds our hand
and never fades at setting sun

The ornaments will age
tho the memory’s still bright
But he who holds our hand
will hold it ever tight
For the daystar
who entered that evening
still shines ever so true
And whenever you reach out to him
He’s reaching back to you

So when the tinsel looses its gleam
And the emptiness is there
Reach out to the reaching one
He will show you he cares
Open the gift of the savior, my friend
For it is only then
That the light of the holy daystar
will shine in your life to the end

Cheryl Orten is a member of Star of Bethlehem Apostolic church in Ilsley, Ky where Bro. Monty Fuller is the Pastor.

Author: Jay Jones

Jay is an author, veteran church planter, speaker, and the pastor of the Pentecostals of Kentwood. He's a passionate worshipper of Jesus Christ, a husband, daddy, pastor, and a ‘pretty good guy’. Jay is also an ordained minister of the United Pentecostal Church, where he currently serves as a Presbyter in West Michigan.

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