Come, Lord Jesus
Into the lost lives,
Into the lonely lives,
To the left out and left behind
who think Christmas is not for them.
Come, Lord Jesus
To those desperately trying to make Christmas happen
Baking
Wrapping
Shopping
Planning
Hoping somehow You will show up.
To those so exhausted and sick from preparing
they might miss You entirely.
To those so caught up in the celebration
they mistake the wrapping for the Gift.
Come, Lord Jesus
To those who so hate You,
Fear You,
Hide from You
they would ban Christmas altogether.
If we have done anything to cause that hatred, that fear
If we have disguised Your love,
Forgive us.
Our world’s a mess, Lord;
Always has been.
Our celebrations are so empty, Lord;
Always have been.
That didn’t stop Your coming back then
Don’t let it now, I ask.
Come, Lord Jesus:
Renew our Joy.
Re-kindle that Hope which no darkness, no emptiness can extinguish–
The Hope that everything lost will be restored
That everything broken will be Made New
And we will celebrate Christmas in the Eden You created
At our best
With everything and everyone we love
Forever.
Even so, Come, Lord Jesus. (Revelations 22:20)