Separation

Christmas is coming, time of joy it is true.
Take care where you go and take care what you do.
Remember the Lord watches o'er us each day,
Grieved will He be if from the pathway we stray.

Pantomime, cinema, not places for you.
Arranged by the world and enjoyed by them too.
You sit among those who deny His dear name,
Your testimony lost which is much to your shame.

So enjoy the company of the Lord's people dear,
(The world's follies past, you'll be glad you weren't near)
Think of HIM there, nailed to Calvary's tree,
To rescue His Own from such vanity.

Flee from the pleasures of this sick and sad world.
May your, "Joy in Him" be a banner unfurled.
For we have real pleasures more precious by far,
So let it be seem by the places we are.

© Mr and Mrs F. C. Barnes