Ever received at Christmas
A box surprisingly light?
It seemed it might be empty
When you looked inside ─ you were right.
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Except for a piece of paper
Its cavernous space was hollow,
Directions or “a promise” the
Giver expected you to “swallow.”
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Some folks lives are hollow,
Shallow, empty, weighing light
They need Jesus to fix them,
Wrong needs replaced by right.
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Friend is your life “on empty”
Running, but-barely, on short supply?
Are you grasping at earthly straws
Waiting, yet dreading to die?
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Let Jesus fill your hollow life,
Fill it with purpose and song.
You too can shine and you can shout,
Now – – – and Eternally long.
– eab, Feb. ‘06