Dark Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas he was alone in the house.
He had soaked every square inch with gasoline he doused.

He lived by himself, his 'fridge it was bare.
He said, I hate my life, If I live or die no one would care.

His children were grown, they considered him dead.
For when they were younger, he chose drugs instead.

He couldn't find love if given a map.
He was just one of those people who fall through the gaps.

He decided to end it all what would it matter.
Most people considered him mad as a hatter.

He sat in a corner his teeth they were gnashed.
One strike of the match it would go up in a flash.

Then off in the corner from the street lights dim glow.
It sat on the bookshelf, way down below.

Where did that come from, did it just appear?
It read Holy Bible, how'd that get there?

Maybe his mom bought it when he was sick.
But he thought he trashed it and pretty darn quick.

He rose and he took it could this be the same?
Then when he looked it was engraved with his name.

She must have bought this when the president was Nixon
On the inside front cover she wrote, Son Your Life needs Fixin'

His name is Jesus, On His name please call.
For He is the Rock, On Him may you fall.

He knows your heart, He knows when you cry.
He can be trusted, His name lifted High.

For then he remembered the things he once knew.
Of Jesus' forgiveness he learned, from a pew.

He was just a child, had just lost his first tooth.
But as he grew older , he demanded more proof.

What would it hurt to look through this bible he found.
He sat there and read it without making a sound.

Throughout the the bible he found messages his mother had put
He turned each page faster as it began to take root.

All the things he did there must be payback.
His deeds they were evil, his heart must be black.

In the past he always found this message so phony.
When his mother brought it up, he treated her coldly.

Could this gift of a baby not wrapped in a bow.
Really make his heart white as the new fallen snow.

Could he take all his garbage, what lies beneath,
Take all his sins and to God do bequeath.

Could he trust this book, it's message so lovely.
He began to talk to Jesus, on his knees he prayed humbly

You died on a cross, saying they can't fix things themselves
He said how can you love me when I hate myself

Before when I heard, I felt judging and dread
I couldn't get your love to my heart from my head

I can't earn your favor by all my good works
To my God and my Savior I've been such a jerk

The cross wasn't the end from the tomb Jesus rose
For a new life He's giving , releasing sins death throes

He realized even when he wasn't, God had remained faithful
He sprang to his feet, he couldn't be more grateful

He ran to the streets, as though poked with a knife
Merry Christmas to all, I've been given new life