The World of Grandpa Don

God's surprise visits!! 

It happened one day at the year's white end, 
Two neighbors called on an old-time friend. 
And they found his shop so meager and mean, 
Made gay with a thousand boughs of green, 
And Conrad was sitting with face a-shine 
When he suddenly stopped as he stitched a twine 
And said, "Old friends, at dawn today, 
When the cock was crowing the night away, 
The Lord appeared in a dream to me 
And said, 'I am coming your guest to be'. 

So I've been busy with feet astir, 
Strewing my shop with branches of fir, 
The table is spread and the kettle is shined 
And over the rafters the holly is twined, 
And now I will wait for my Lord to appear 
And listen closely so I will hear His step as 
He nears my humble place, 
And I open the door and look in His face. . ." 
So his friends went home and left Conrad alone, 
For this was the happiest day he had known, 
For, long since, his family had passed away 
And Conrad has spent a sad Christmas Day. 

But he knew with the Lord as his Christmas guest 
This Christmas would be the dearest and best, 
And he listened with only joy in his heart. 
And with every sound he would rise with a start 
And look for the Lord to be standing there 
In answer to his earnest prayer 
So he ran to the window after hearing a sound, 
But all that he saw on the snow-covered ground 
Was a shabby beggar whose shoes were torn 
And all of his clothes were ragged and worn. 

So Conrad was touched and went to the door 
And he said, "Your feet must be frozen and sore, 
And I have some shoes in my shop for you 
And a coat that will keep you warmer, too." 
So with grateful heart the man went away, 
But as Conrad noticed the time of day 
He wondered what made the dear Lord so late 
And how much longer he'd have to wait, 
When he heard a knock and ran to the door, 
But it was only a stranger once more, 
A bent, old crone with a shawl of black, 
A bundle of faggots piled on her back. 

She asked for only a place to rest, 
But that was reserved for Conrad's Great Guest. 
But her voice seemed to plead, "Don't send me away 
Let me rest awhile on Christmas day." 
So Conrad brewed her a steaming cup 
And told her to sit at the table and sup. 
But after she left he was filled with dismay 
For he saw that the hours were passing away 
And the Lord had not come as He said He would, 
And Conrad felt sure he had misunderstood. 

When out of the stillness he heard a cry, 
"Please help me and tell me where am I." 
So again he opened his friendly door 
And stood disappointed as twice before. 
It was only a child who had wandered away 
And was lost from her family on Christmas Day. 
Again Conrad's heart was heavy and sad, 
But he knew he should make this little child glad, 
So he called her in and wiped her tears 
And quieted her childish fears. 

Then he led her back to her home once more 
But as he entered his own darkened door, 
He knew that the Lord was not coming today 
For the hours of Christmas had passed away. 
So he went to his room and knelt down to pray 
And he said, "Dear Lord, why did you delay, 
What kept You from coming to call on me, 
For I wanted so much Your face to see. . ." 

Then soft in the silence a voice he heard, 
"Lift up your head for I kept My word-- 
Three times My shadow crossed your floor, 
Three times I came to your lonely door, 
For I was the beggar with bruised, cold feet, 
I was the woman you gave to eat, 
And I was the child on the homeless street." 

*Helen Steiner Rice


 God's surprise visits!! 

Helen Steiner Rice

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Grandpa Don

From: Frank Schober 
 December, 2004

The World of Grandpa Don

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