"Aisle Seven"

Super special deals
On funny wax lips
And toys with wheels
How about some tater chips?

From football snacks
To novels and whodunits
Fancy new backpacks
And those new whatchamacallits

“As seen on TV”
This game is lots of fun
Buy two and get one free?
I just have to have one!

My cart is full
(Even got a robe of fake silk)
And now I feel a fool—
Only wanted one gallon of milk

"Jesus Is Lord"

From straw-lined cave
To shattered grave
Jesus is Lord

From borrowed manger
To Emmaus stranger
Jesus is Lord

From virgin womb
To empty tomb
Jesus is Lord

From miraculous birth
To three days in the earth
Jesus is Lord

From light's first glory
To the end of His story
Jesus is Lord

From before creation
To after Revelation
Lord Jesus is

"The Same As Ours"

In Bethlehem, in a manger one night,
Was born our Lord, a child with skin like snow;
No, no, no! He was dark, as black as night!
I have to ask: why do we argue so?
What color, do you think, were His new eyes?
They were probably a dark shade of brown,
But what’s it matter? He created skies!
This season, we honor that God came down
Let’s stop our fighting and our bickering;
He was not born for one color of skin
Celebrate Jesus Christ, our new born King!
And remember, later, He died for sin
 We must not forget—and His was a flood—
 What matters most: the color of His blood

"Rumor Has It"

I have heard rumor tell
Of a sandwich that you sell
With eggs and bacon, cheese on a waffle
It really does sound quite awful,
Yet I've got to try one for myself

"Turtle: Soup"

I once had a turtle named Soup
He saw my fork, began to droop
Then broke his cage, made good his escape
And set sail for Africa—Island—don’t mistake
Then sent me a post card, threw me for a loop

"Shepherd's Treasure"

Sunny morning in old Bethlehem town
Young boy seeking fun and looking around
Under and around his uncle’s low bed
Young boy found a package wrapped all in red

He opened it with extra special care
Must be something ever so very rare
Inside, a curving thing with shape of horn
It was hollowed out, from a ram’s head shorn

On to adventure, the young boy exclaimed
He dashed out seeking fame or some new game
Carrying with him his newly found prize
Wanted his friends to know it with their eyes

For what is it designed, they dared to ask
Not too sure, perhaps some watering task
Down to the well they excitedly ran
Water flowing, they washed their dirty hands

And then they saw across the dusty street
The old innkeeper making sadly greet
A man and his new bride (and she with child)
In the inn’s stable they had to reside

Returning to his home, ran the young boy
Laughing with delight, he played with new toy
Shepherd saw the horn and he did know it
He then taught his nephew how to blow it

Boy rested, contented smile on his face
‘Twas not too long when brightness lit the place
Soon after—shepherds’ shouts and running steps
With the commotion, boy no longer slept

Leaping, awake and alert, from his bed
Shepherd’s nephew followed to inn’s cold shed
They all found man and bride smiling greatly
To them, the best thing to happen lately

And finally, at length, and now at last
Our young boy did make his new horn to blast
Put to lips, the shepherd’s horn has been blown
Sound blared, the meaning suddenly is known

Starry, cold night in old Bethlehem town
People gathered from near and all around
This newborn baby, a king to behold
Jesus, the Christ, just as prophets foretold

The Light of lights is born and now has shined
In these, our world’s very darkest of times
Shepherd and nephew have beheld the King
And ushered in His reign with trumpeting

"Charlie's Harley"

There once was a man named Charlie
He rode a bike called a Harley
He dressed all in leather
And married a girl named Heather
But neither had taste for brew of barley