Garrett Westcott
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Before He was a Preacher
Before He was a Savior
Before He died upon the cross
Jesus was a carpenter
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A poet of the troubled soul
A life on who the devil took his toll
A happy bouncing bundle of joy
Who turned into an angry stepson boy
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No turkey dinner for Christmas tonight
Not a single present under an imaginary tree
If they just find water on their desperate flight
They would be more grateful this Christmas than you or me
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The women trembled at the sight
Two holy angels dressed in white
I know who you seek, the Prince of Peace
He has risen, risen indeed
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The night is drawing near
There is no time to shed another tear
We must live as sons of the King
I can hear the church bells ring
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The birds sing Your praises
Yesterday is behind us now
The sun salutes Your majesty
The morning rises
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Joseph became a carpenter
And a righteous man as well
His Son was the Messiah
The only way to get free from hell
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A tiny little village
Not too far from Jerusalem
In a manger a Savior lies
O, little town of Bethlehem
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Christmastime, Christmastime
Such a gay affair
There is no season just the same
Amongst the days anywhere
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Holy Spirit, Christmas Spirit
Can They be the same?
The Christ Child was conceived
And Jesus is His name
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For God so loved the world
That He gave His only begotten Son
To be born on Christmas Day
Full of joy, peace, and love
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Going to have a Christmas
A Christian Christmas will it be
A Christmas full of mystery
One for me, the Baby, and family
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The miracles of Christmas
Belong more than to the days of yore
They stretch from past to present
And even to tomorrow's shores
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Love was born on Christmas Day
And God fills our hearts as we pray
Dear little Baby Jesus
Lying in the hay so sweet
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The joy of the wise men
A light in the night
A familiar friend
A welcomed sight
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Away in a lowly manger
The Christ Child sleeps
The animals are all restless
The donkey, oxen, and sheep
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Lights on the Christmas tree
Burning memories in our hearts
Every member of the tree
Is trying to do its part
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The Baby in the manger
Is much more than He seems
More than a tiny Baby
But the hopes of all our dreams
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The skies were ablaze with thunder
And all ears heard the angles shout
My mind was full of wonder
As to what this was all about
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Garrett Westcott Biography
Hello, my name is Garrett Westcott. I was born into a white middle-class family. My dad worked two jobs in order to send me and my siblings to private Christian schools. All my childhood I had gone to church, Sunday school, and had religion classes in school. However, it was not until I took a confirmation class after school in the eighth grade to become a member of my parents church that I remember really understanding the Christian faith. I do not even know if I believed in Jesus before then but I know I believed in God. While attending college, I decided to cement in my Christian faith and did some truth searching to find reasons for my faith. I concluded that I believe that Christianity is the only true religion because of its love, righteousness, and miracles. I believe that Jesus was a true historical figure, the Son of God, and that He performed all the miracles in the Bible that it says He did including resurrecting from the dead. I believe this because the Apostles went to their horrible deaths attesting to Jesus' words and miracles for a good and loving cause. Now, I am trying to bring people glimpses of the Christian faith through these poems in hopes that they too might someday decide to become Christians and receive eternal life. I hope these poems will be a blessing to your life. Sincerely, Garrett Westcott)
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Jesus Was A Carpenter
Before He was a Preacher
Before He was a Savior
Before He died upon the cross
Jesus was a carpenter
Jesus was a worker
Jesus was just like one of us
He had a trade
That He worked day to day
And He tried to do His best
When He worked He was diligent
And when He was done
It was time to rest
The hands of a carpenter
Are not an idle tool
They are stronger than oaken wood
And Jesus used them as He should
For Jesus was no fool
Let us learn from the Master
And be as serious as a thorn
Stuck in the brow
Of a bleeding hero
To remind us of the war
(2014)
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