How well I remember
and surely realize,
I, too, was in bondage
'til You opened my eyes;
Thank You, precious
Lord, for setting me free
From this thing called
Xmas, real idolatry!
Oh, I remember how
hard it was to break
The tradition of men,
and finally forsake
This heathen holiday,
even though I'd heard
That it was pagan,
forbidden in God's word.
No time to read my
Bible, to praise Your name, or pray,
Too busy getting ready
for that "most important" day;
No thought of your
second coming, though You bade me watch And wait,
For I must keep Your
"birthday", though You gave me not the date.
No harm, thought I,
to decorate and have a Xmas tree,
To gather 'round and
gifts exchange with friends and family;
If I don't they'll
think me narrow, and may even call me "Scrouge",
It's not like I would
celebrate with revelry and booze.
And thus, deceiving
self, went I from year to year,
'Til one day, Lord,
Your still, small voice came through quite clear,
Come out and be ye
separate, touch not the unclean thing,
Be not yoked with
unbelievers, this message You did bring.
Then I started studying
to find out the reason why,
Xmas is an abomination
to my God on high;
And to my great amazement,
this is what I found,
That I was an idolater
on very dangerous ground.
For Xmas, with all
it's customs can be traced to ancient Rome;
'Twas there that the
Catholic Church adopted as it's own,
Astarte, queen of
heaven, and Tammuz, her son,
Originating with Nimrod
and ancient Babylon.
The story of Tammuz,
the sun god, and his resurrection,
How strange that it
should parellel the life of God, the Son!
How very sly of Satan
to take these gods, these very same,
And deceive the people
of the world by changing their names.
Thus we see the great
deceiver up to his greatest tricks,
Changing their names
to Mary and Jesus, oh, how very slick!
How easy to take feast
day with it's revelry and disgrace,
And change it's name
to Xmas for the Christians to embrace.
So when they say put
Christ back in Xmas, I just stand and stare,
You never could put
Him back, for He was never there!
My God is a jealous
God, He will never suffer loss,
Nor share His glory
with another, not even Santa Claus!