Christmas Poet Tom Zart's = CHRISTMAS IN AMERICA
by Tom Zart Christmas Poetry by Tom Zart HOPE TO BE HOME BY CHRISTMAS World War III Darling I miss you more than words can tell As the torments of war burden my heart. I worry about you and how you are As by conflict we're forced to part. As death confronts me I witness first hand Just how sudden life can come to its end. At any moment war can consume and destroy Myself, my dreams, my enemy, my friend. Determined though fearful I dream of home Remaining focused, steadfast and whole. Praying for family, country and comrades The treasures of my existence and soul. I suffer pain, remorse and regret From actions I'm forced to employ. I have no choice but to do my duty As my solemn oath becomes my story. Remind our kids how much I love them And those moments they cry or play. I'll be home for hugs and kisses Hopefully by Christmas Day. Most of all I pray for words That portray my need for your touch. I dream of you both night and day And sometimes a bit too much. Letters from home, loneliness and sorrow Have made family more precious to recall. I love you so incredibly much As I serve with honor, God and country's call. Hope To Be Home By Christmas Love You Your Marine NIGHT OF NIGHTS In the tiny town of Bethlehem Born in a stable, an infant lie. While he slept his first dreamless night A whole universe of stars passed by. When Jesus Christ our savior was born Most of the angels began to sing Of peace, and good will to all mankind And hallelujah to earth's new king. There were those angels, who did not sing For they had passed through the devil's gate. They knew this young lad belonged to God And for them salvation was too late. So let's rejoice, and sing with great cheer That night when Jesus slept without fear. For our Lord's birthday comes once a year On that night of nights we hold so dear. CHRISTMAS IS COMING Christmas is coming and I'm all alone With no one to snuggle at night. My wineglass is empty to help dull the desire To kiss you by soft candlelight. A rare pearl of value, you don 't leave alone Or someone will steal them from you. After they've gone and flown far away It's hard to know just what to do. I'm watching my neighbors hang lights on their tree With tinsel and striped candy cane. I took you for granted and didn't hug enough And now I must suffer my pain. Lord, I'm so lonely; I wish I could die Then be born to relive again. I realize the value of someone to love And the danger of my selfish sin. There's a ring on my phone and a knock at the door Which do I dare go for? If neither is you, I'll break down and cry And again pound my fist on the floor. I run down the hall and the doorknob turns As the swirling snow rides on the wind. There, in my doorway, it's the face I love Such a beautiful present to send. Now, I am happy and dancing around With a permanent smile on my face. As children are singing their Christmas love songs And the world is a wonderful place. DADS AT WAR Where would I be without you dad My hero of night and day? I'm so glad you love my mother And take time for us to pray. The last time we had Christmas You reached for me with your hand. I looked at you, then made a wish That I might be just half the man. I love my father of earth, And I love my Father of heaven. It's a lot for me to love, you know For I'm only eleven. Mom and I sure miss you Since you left to defend our flag. When others ask, where is your dad I can't help but boast and brag. CREDIT CARD CHRISTMAS Christmas is coming and our cards are all maxed My wife says don't fret, just try to relax. But her car needs breaks, and mine needs new tires. Tax time is coming yet, we're still buyers. For beneath our tree, there's one empty place Which we'll buy gifts for that will fill up the space. Cause what fun is Christmas if we can't give out gifts That kids tear open as the snow outside drifts. We'll light up the fire, and have a Christmas feast Say thank you to God, for saving us from the beast. It may seem silly, but we can't help but share It's that time of year to show others we care. CHRISTMAS Husbands with ladders hang lights on their home As all who have no one feel sad and alone. The churches are full of the faithful that sing For the birth of our Lord, is a spiritual thing. The sound of Christmas sweetly fills the air While frantic shoppers hustle from here to there. The windows of storefronts at this time of year Reflect all their wonders as Christmas draws near. Little ones stand looking with their nose pressed to glass As model trains on display come speeding past. The path to Santa is lined with girls and boys With a list in their heart of their favorite toys. The stores shelves are crammed with dolls that crawl or walk Games, cars, trucks, planes and stuffed toys that sing or talk. The miracle of Christmas comes once a year When all that we love seems more precious and dear. CHRISTMAS LIGHTS Red, gold, yellow, green and blue Are the colors of Christmas, which glow. They help us feel their value within As we travel our way through the snow. Red stands for passion, anger or desire Gold is the steadiness of love. Yellow is fear of the unforeseen Green and blue are the stars above. The luster of Christmas can be yours Most anywhere at a nearby store. To purchase and adorn your tree and home Celebrating life, Jesus and more. THE KING OF CHRISTMAS The son of God came down to earth To be our Lord by divine birth. Born to a virgin in a stable He lie Destine to lead, teach, suffer and die. Satan transformed from laughter to rage When Christ arrived to destroy man's cage. A never ending chance to redeem our soul A new opportunity to achieve God's goal. Evil doers hate the birth of God's child They love what is immoral, wicked and wild. Degrading Christmas wherever they can Jealous of the joy and rapture of man. Hallelujah Jesus the king of Christmas night With a star for his crown bathed in holey light Christ is our savior who leads by trust and love Delivering us from Satan to the grace of God Above. By Christmas Poet Tom Zart Most Published Poet On The Web The White House Washington March 16,2007 Ms. Lillian Cauldwell President and Chief Executive Officer Passionate Internet Voices Radio Ann Arbor Michigan Dear Lillian: Number 41 passed on the CDs from Tom Zart. Thank you for thinking of me. I am thankful for your efforts to honor our brave military personnel and their families. America owes these courageous men and women a debt of gratitude, and I am honored to be the commander in chief of the greatest force for freedom in the history of the world. Best Wishes. Sincerely, George W. Bush TOM ZART'S RADIO POEMS You can hear all of Tom Zart's 328 poems of love, war, faith and more 24-7 on web radio at http: //internetvoicesradio.com/Arch-TomZart.htm Tom Zart ARCHIVES: Global Special Operations 101 http: //www.globalspecialoperations.com/tomzart2.html Poet and Author of Love War And More 225 poems published by Publish America; SHEPHERDS of LIFE e-book 350 poems, CD "MEMORIES" 28 poems with music by Bill Crain for sale on the web under Tom Zart and or Bill Crain. It's appropriate and symbolic that the romantic poet Tom Zart was born on Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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