The King is Coming

Here it is Christmas eve and I haven't done any of my usual blogging about this wonderful time of year. I have shared plenty of delightful activities with my family as the season approached, but haven't blogged as I am just having a difficult time focusing on tasks at the present time.

Two activities I will particularly remember

The first was spending last weekend with my Daughter and her Family for the occasion of our Grandsons taking part in the children's activities at their church. The did a grand job.

Secondly all this week my eldest son has been in town celebrating his birthday (see story from last year) and preparing for the big Christmas event. Yesterday he, my wife, and I spent making much delayed Christmas cookies. I don't get to spend much time with him as he lives on the East Coast, so I really enjoyed his help and his company.

In order to accommodate everyone's schedules we will be having our Family Christmas gathering on Saturday, so tomorrow (Christmas day) we will have an extra day to finish everything up, then kick back. Our church is decorated with poinsettias during the advent season with each member given the opportunity to pay for one or more. Each year we purchase four of them. Two in memory of our parents and the others in memory of two of Donna's friends.

And so now here it is Christmas Eve. Rather than trying to throw something together at the last minute the following is part of a blog entry from last year which I have reworked. This is my all-time favorite Christmas song. If your browser is unable to properly display the scrolling text and/or play the audio clip here is a link to last years unadorned version. You might consider getting and using one of the free Mozilla based browsers such as Firefox which do a superior job of interpreting code correctly.

How Should a King Come




"How should a King come."


Even a child knows the answer of course,

In a coach of gold with a pure white horse.


In the beautiful city in the prime of the day,

And the trumpets should cry and the crowds make way.


And the flags fly high in the morning sun,

And the people all cheer for the sovereign one.


And everyone knows that's the way that it's done.

That's the way that a King should come.




How should a King come.

Even a commoner understands,


He should come for His treasures,

And His houses and lands.


He should dine upon summer strawberries and milk,

And sleep upon bedclothes of satin and silk.


And high on a hill His castle should glow,

With the lights of the city like jewels below.


And everyone knows that's the way that it's done,

That's the way that a King should come.



How should a King come.



On a star filled night into Bethlehem,

Rode a weary woman and a worried man.


And the only sound in the cobblestone street,

Was the shuffle and the ring of their donkey's feet.


And a King lay hid in a virgin's womb,

And there were no crowds to see Him come.


At last in a barn in a manger of hay,

He came,

and God incarnate lay.



And the angels cried "Glory,Glory to God".

Earth was silent so heaven rang,


"Glory, Glory to God."

Men were dumb so the angels sang,


"Glory, Glory to God",

Peace on earth good will to men,


"Glory, Glory to God".

"Christ is born in Bethlehem"


"Glory to God".

"Glory in the Highest"

"Glory to God".

"Glory in the Highest"


"GLORY TO GOD".

(Carol and Jimmy Owens)

Welcome to our Savior