# At Christmastime; Christmas Comes Again [Poems by Mom] Author: Dwight Gingrich Author URL: https://dwightgingrich.com/author/dwight-gingrich Published: 2014-12-21 Category: Previous Post Category URL: https://dwightgingrich.com/category/previous-post Meta Title: Christmas Poems by Mom | Dwight Gingrich Online Meta Description: It's time for more of Mom's poems. This month I'm sharing two of her Christmas poems. Enjoy! Tags: -1 Corinthians 2:9, sorrow, love, Christ's return, Emmanuel, -Isaiah 64:4, Christmas, waiting, hope Tag URLs: -1 Corinthians 2:9 (https://dwightgingrich.com/tag/-1-corinthians-29), sorrow (https://dwightgingrich.com/tag/sorrow), love (https://dwightgingrich.com/tag/love), Christ's return (https://dwightgingrich.com/tag/christs-return), Emmanuel (https://dwightgingrich.com/tag/emmanuel), -Isaiah 64:4 (https://dwightgingrich.com/tag/-isaiah-644), Christmas (https://dwightgingrich.com/tag/christmas), waiting (https://dwightgingrich.com/tag/waiting), hope (https://dwightgingrich.com/tag/hope) URL: https://dwightgingrich.com/at-christmastime-christmas-comes-again It’s time for more of Mom’s poems. This month I’m sharing two of her Christmas poems. Enjoy! (Tips: Read these poems aloud to hear them best. And see [here](http://dwightgingrich.com/two-trees/) for an introduction to this series.) * * * **AT CHRISTMASTIME** At Christmastime the bells of joy Ring out in every town– But it was for our sorrowing That Jesus Christ came down. At Christmastime the carollers sing To celebrate good cheer. But still Christ comes to comfort those Who shed a private tear. At Christmastime the Christ was born To heal our grief and pain. And soon to banish death and tears The Christ will come again. – Elaine Gingrich  (shared on her 2014 Christmas cards) * * * **CHRISTMAS COMES AGAIN THIS YEAR:** **_TO LOVE IS TO WAIT FOR_**(I Cor. 2:9; Isaiah 64:4) _Once again, Lord, Christmas finds us waiting,_ _Needy, with great want for You and Your coming,_ _Like Mary awaiting her birth pangs,_ _And old Simeon waiting to die._ _We are weary of groaning and wanting._ _But without want, we would have no need of hope,_ _And Paul states we are saved by hope,_ _Like the wise men with eyes on the sky._ _What shall we do with this severe blessing of waiting,_ _Of hopefully living without?_ Waiting is the time for preparing… An open door, a welcoming heart, A costly gift and a packed bag for the journey to worship. Waiting is the time for remembering… Ancient prophecies finally fulfilled, A virgin, a baby, the angels, a star. Christmas is waiting for a promise to come true, Doing without until the gift is ready. Maybe there is not even a scrap of tissue in sight— But if we know that the one who promised loves us, Then we know that it is worth our while to keep waiting. _To love is to wait for._ Do we truly know the One who promised Christmas? Do we love the One who said that he who waits will not be disappointed, Will not be embarrassed in front of the watching world? Because He will come again and keep His Word! He said that the crown is laid up, that the gift may tarry, But in the fulness of time, behold He will come quickly! But sometimes when the race is hard and the wait is long Our nights are spent impatiently watching for a star bright enough to guide us, Trying, with our prayers, to punch holes in heaven’s brass canopy, Filling empty space with despairing baby-faith cries. Meanwhile the Star pinpricks through the cloudy curtain. We feel an unexpected warmth behind us Warming our bent backs, stooped under heavy burdens. We turn and raise our damp eyes to the kindest light Piercing the gloom with an undeserved grace, Spotlighting the Desire of the ages— The Healer of our hearts with smiling face Lying in a simple stable, Revealed in an old Book. The pages turn and the glory burns ever brighter, Delighting with miracle and majesty, Truth and transformation, Wisdom and comfort; Giving and demanding all that we are and have. Emmanuel! God is with us while we wait. Till He comes, the long-awaited One! _Lord, this Christmas may I again face the darkness with hope,_ _And humbly accept this gift of waiting._ _To love is to wait for._ _–_ Elaine Gingrich,  December 13, 2012/December 14, 2014 * * * **Two Poems, One Hope** At first glance these two poems are very different. One trips with apparent innocence through three short, parallel stanzas. The other explores unguided paths of free-verse thought. Thematically, however, the poems are similar. Both confess our human groaning and pain; both look to the past, the present and the future, discovering hope; both long for Christ to come again; and both wonder that “God is with us while we wait.” One poem exudes radiant hope; the other waits long to unwrap the gift of hope with “not even a scrap of tissue in sight,” until finally hope glimmers in the dark. Whatever your experience this season, “may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope” (Rom. 15:13). As Mom says, “Christmas is a bit like signs of spring in the heart of winter, but the actual change of weather is still to come, and so we ache for the full radiance of the Son in that day when we shall be with Him and when our world will be made new. Meanwhile He is with us, warming our hearts and lighting our imperfect world with a hint of heaven.” **If you enjoyed these poems, [leave a comment here](http://dwightgingrich.com/at-christmastime-christmas-comes-again/#respond) or send an email to Mom** at [![MomsEmailAddressImage.php](https://prod.superblogcdn.com/site_cuid_cltmr6s080011pelc74knn9b3/images/momsemailaddressimage-1721353263385-compressed.png)](https://prod.superblogcdn.com/site_cuid_cltmr6s080011pelc74knn9b3/images/momsemailaddressimage-1721353263385-compressed.png) .  She’ll enjoy hearing from you! --- This blog is powered by Superblog. Visit https://superblog.ai to know more. ---