Two months 'til Christmas; it seems far away.
Still time to prepare before that day.
We see in the stores the season begun,
A quiet voice says, "Where is the Son?"
Writing out our lists, oh where do we start?
We so want to give gifts of the heart.
Boxes...paper...bows, it looks like a ton.
A quiet voice says, "What about the Son?"
One month left--pictures to take; we'll need new clothes.
Cards to write; can we skip some of those?
The pace now quickens; the days become one.
A quiet voice says, "Remember the Son."
Decorating, cleaning and so much more,
When did Christmas become such a chore?
Two more weeks and we're far from being done.
A quiet voice says, "Find time for the Son."
There's baking to do for neighbors and friends.
Time gets short and the list never ends.
Gingerbread houses for little ones' fun,
A quiet voice says, "Don't forget the Son."
Parties to attend, and concerts for school.
Mind and body have run out of fuel.
Just one week now, how much more can we run?
A quiet voice says, "Find rest in the Son."
It's Christmas Eve and things start to slow down.
All we've accomplished should be renowned!
Family gathers together as one.
A quiet voice says, "Where is the Son?"
As we count down days to Christmas this year,
Don't let the busyness make you fear.
Put Jesus first, with HIS Season begun.
Others will realize, "THERE is the Son."
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