Why do you wait until Christmas,
before you look for me;
Close your eyes, look deep inside…….
that’s where I will be.
I’m no longer a babe in a manger,
under a shining star;
I’m the one you feel all around,
no matter where you are.
Why do you wait until Easter,
to think about me being crucified;
When you do wrong every day,
every day for you I die.
I’m no longer hanging on a cross,
I sit on my Father’s right hand;
If you truly believe in me,
then everyday you must stand.
Don’t wait for Christmas to look for me,
for I am always there;
I am as-close-as a whisper,
given out in prayer.
Easter is not the only time
you can come to Calvary;
For I am your Father,
and you can always call on me.
Amen
By: Pat Finn