So his friends went home and left Conrad alone,
For this was the happiest day he had known,
For, long since, his family had passed away
And Conrad had spent many a sad Christmas Day
But he knew with the Lord as his Christmas guest
This Christmas would be the dearest and best.
So he listened with only joy in his heart,
And with every sound he would rise with a start
And look for the Lord to be standing there
In answer to his earnest prayer.
So he ran to the window after hearing a sound,
But all that he saw on the snow-covered ground
Was a shabby beggar whose shoes were torn
And all of his clothes were ragged and worn.
Conrad was touched and went to the door
And he said, "Your feet must be frozen and sore,
I may have some shoes in my shop for you
And a coat that will keep you warmer, too".
So with grateful heart the man went away,
But as Conrad noticed the time of day
He wondered what made the dear Lord so late
And how much longer he'd have to wait.
Then he heard a knock and ran to the door,
But again it was only a stranger once more,
A bent, old woman with a shawl of black
A bundle of branches piled on her back.
She asked for only a place to rest,
But that was reserved for Conrad's Great Guest.
Yet her voice seemed to plead, "Don't send me away
Let me rest for awhile on Christmas Day".
So Conrad brewed her a steaming cup
And told her to sit at the table and sup
But after she left he was filled with dismay
For he saw that the hours were passing away,
And the Lord had not come as He said He would,
Conrad felt sure he had misunderstood.
When out of the stillness he heard a cry,
"Please help me and tell me, where am I".
So again he opened his friendly door
And stood disappointed as twice before,
It was only a child who had wandered away
And was lost from her family on Christmas Day.
Again Conrad's heart was heavy and sad,
But he knew he should make this little child glad,
So he called her in and wiped her tears
And quieted all her childish fears
Then he led her back to her home once more
But as he entered his own darkened door,
He knew that the Lord was not coming today
For the hours of Christmas had passed away.
So he went to his room and knelt down to pray
And he said, "Dear Lord, why did You delay,
What kept you from coming to call on me,
For I wanted so much Your face to see".
Then soft in the silence a voice he heard,
"Lift up your head, my son, for I kept my word
Three times My shadow crossed your floor
Three times I came to your lonely door
For I was the beggar with bruised, cold feet,
I was the woman you gave to eat,
And I was the child that was lost in the street."
December 18, 2006, 12:09 pm
For this was the happiest day he had known,
For, long since, his family had passed away
And Conrad had spent many a sad Christmas Day
But he knew with the Lord as his Christmas guest
This Christmas would be the dearest and best.
So he listened with only joy in his heart,
And with every sound he would rise with a start
And look for the Lord to be standing there
In answer to his earnest prayer.
So he ran to the window after hearing a sound,
But all that he saw on the snow-covered ground
Was a shabby beggar whose shoes were torn
And all of his clothes were ragged and worn.
Conrad was touched and went to the door
And he said, "Your feet must be frozen and sore,
I may have some shoes in my shop for you
And a coat that will keep you warmer, too".
So with grateful heart the man went away,
But as Conrad noticed the time of day
He wondered what made the dear Lord so late
And how much longer he'd have to wait.
Then he heard a knock and ran to the door,
But again it was only a stranger once more,
A bent, old woman with a shawl of black
A bundle of branches piled on her back.
She asked for only a place to rest,
But that was reserved for Conrad's Great Guest.
Yet her voice seemed to plead, "Don't send me away
Let me rest for awhile on Christmas Day".
So Conrad brewed her a steaming cup
And told her to sit at the table and sup
But after she left he was filled with dismay
For he saw that the hours were passing away,
And the Lord had not come as He said He would,
Conrad felt sure he had misunderstood.
When out of the stillness he heard a cry,
"Please help me and tell me, where am I".
So again he opened his friendly door
And stood disappointed as twice before,
It was only a child who had wandered away
And was lost from her family on Christmas Day.
Again Conrad's heart was heavy and sad,
But he knew he should make this little child glad,
So he called her in and wiped her tears
And quieted all her childish fears
Then he led her back to her home once more
But as he entered his own darkened door,
He knew that the Lord was not coming today
For the hours of Christmas had passed away.
So he went to his room and knelt down to pray
And he said, "Dear Lord, why did You delay,
What kept you from coming to call on me,
For I wanted so much Your face to see".
Then soft in the silence a voice he heard,
"Lift up your head, my son, for I kept my word
Three times My shadow crossed your floor
Three times I came to your lonely door
For I was the beggar with bruised, cold feet,
I was the woman you gave to eat,
And I was the child that was lost in the street."