Disney's "Remember Me" from the Movie, "CoCo"

COCO 2 – Tráiler oficial (2024)

Disney•Pixar

CoCo Official Final Trailer

by Pixar

Despite his family's generations-old ban on music, young Miguel dreams of becoming an accomplished musician like his idol Ernesto de la Cruz. Desperate to prove his talent, Miguel finds himself in the stunning and colorful Land of the Dead. After meeting a charming trickster named Héctor, the two new friends embark on an extraordinary journey to unlock the real story behind Miguel's family history.

Remember Me

from CocoPop Choral Series Octavo

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• Composers: Kristen Anderson-Lopez, Robert Lopez
• Arranger: Roger Emerson

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The Disney/Pixar animated film Coco celebrates Mexican culture and specifically the tradition of Dia de los Muertos (Day of the Dead). This is not a somber occasion. Rather it is a day to celebrate, to remember, and to honor those who are no longer with us in the physical world. Academy Award-winning composers Robert Lopez and his wife Kristen Anderson Lopez (Frozen) have written a beautiful ballad that offers peace and assurance to those left behind.

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Lyrics: Remember Me

[Chorus: Miguel]

Remember me, though I have to say goodbye

Remember me; don't let it make you cry

For even if I'm far away, I hold you in my heart

I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart

Remember me, though I have to travel far

Remember me, each time you hear a sad guitar

Know that I'm with you the only way that I can be

Until you're in my arms again, remember me

[Post-Chorus: Natalia Lafourcade & Miguel]

Que nuestra canción no deje de latir

Solo con tu amor yo puedo existir

Recuérdame

Que nuestra canción no deje de latir

Solo con tu amor yo puedo existir

[Chorus: Natalia Lafourcade]

Recuérdame, si en tu mente vivo estoy

Recuérdame, mis sueños yo te doy

Te llevo en mi corazón y te acompañaré

Unidos en nuestra canción, contigo ahí estaré

Recuérdame, si sola crees estar

Recuérdame, y mi cantar te irá a abrazar

Aún en la distancia nunca vayas a olvidar

Que yo contigo siempre voy, recuérdame

[Post-Chorus: Miguel]

If you close your eyes and let the music play

Keep our love alive, I'll never fade away

If you close your eyes and let the music play

Keep our love alive, I'll never fade away

If you close your eyes and let the music play

Keep our love alive, I'll never fade away

[Chorus: Miguel]

Remember me, for I will soon be gone

Remember me, and let the love we have live on

And know that I'm with you the only way that I can be

So, until you're in my arms again, remember me

[Outro: Natalia Lafourcade & Miguel]

Que nuestra canción no deje de latir

Solo con tu amor yo puedo existir

Remember me

Que nuestra canción no deje de latir

Solo con tu amor yo puedo existir

Remember me

Kelly Clarkson Covers 'Remember Me'

From 'Coco' | Kellyoke

The Kelly Clarkson Show: Apr 18, 2024 #KellyClarksonShow #Coco. In the latest Kellyoke, Kelly Clarkson and My Band "Y'all" perform a cover of the Academy Award-winning song "Remember Me" from the Pixar film "Coco."

Kelly Clarkson Fans Declare the Singer a "National Treasure"

After Powerful Disney Cover

by Adrianna Freedman

Kelly Clarkson Fans Declare the Singer a "National Treasure"

After Powerful Disney Cover

Kelly Clarkson is memorable for a plethora of reasons, and one that always leaves people moved is the ability to evoke emotion from any song she sings.

The Grammy Award winner showed off her incredible vocal skills during an April 18 taping of The Kelly Clarkson Show, where she's well-known for performing musical covers in her "Kellyoke" segment. While she's sung covers made famous in movies in the past, this time she nodded to the world of Disney with a rendition of "Remember Me" from the Pixar animated film Coco (which won Best Original Song at the 2018 Academy Awards).

As the American Idol alum donned a simple black dress, Kelly shocked viewers by not only slowing down the tempo of the song, but singing in both Spanish and English. What's more, the show's social team went on X (formerly known as Twitter) and let everyone know Kelly's not a singer to forget any time soon.

"Remember Me 🎶," read the official caption.

When fans of the former The Voice coach caught wind of her powerful "Kellyoke" cover, they took to the comments to share how impactful the performance was for them.

"Kelly Clarkson, a national treasure," one person declared on X. "Really got the chills on that one. Beautiful!!" another wrote. "Good god that voice," a different follower added.

Can You Hear- All South Jersey Junior

Senior Choir 2014

Jan 26, 2014

SJC conducted by Dr. Christopher Thomas

of Rowan University. COMBINED PIECE

Terry Pluto - The Girl in Red (prose)

As I think of The Girl In Red, I hear those lyrics from
Don McLean’s “American Pie.”  |  Getty Images

Memories of The Girl In Red

& the soundtrack of ‘American Pie’

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by Terry Pluto‘s Faith & You

Terry Pluto, cleveland.com

Updated: Apr. 08, 2024, 2:46 a.m.|

Published: Mar. 17, 2024, 5:01 a.m.

CLEVELAND, Ohio – I think about her once or twice a year. It happens when I see a certain little girl dressed in red.

This girl … the girl in my memory … has chocolate skin, pretty braids and red ribbons in her hair. She is wearing a cute red dress – the kind kids wore to school once upon a time.

I see her walk. It’s more of a bounce. It’s an act of joy, punctuated with an innocent smile. She is young, maybe in the fourth grade.

“A long, long time ago …”

As I think of The Girl In Red, I hear those lyrics from Don McLean’s “American Pie.”

“A long, long time ago, I can still remember

how that music used to make me smile… "

I wish I could remember this story as clearly as I do those lyrics.

A LONG, LONG TIME AGO

It was the early 1970s. I was just starting college. “American Pie” was a constant as I drove to school and work in my blue Dodge Dart. It blared out of my 8-track tape player – one of the worst contraptions invented as it constantly chewed up the tape inside.

But it was a long, long time ago…

I had a part time job as a tutor at John Raper Elementary in Hough. The Hough Riots were in 1966. Several years later, you could still see a few burned-out buildings, some rubble where there once was a house.

I drove by looking for the school. The spot on East 85th is an empty lot. Like The Girl In Red, the school is long gone.

She was in the fourth grade, one of the smallest kids in the class. I was there to help the students learn the multiplication tables. My pay was something like two bucks an hour, a few hours three days a week. I lived on Red Barn cheeseburgers and pizza from the Rascal House near Cleveland State.

Once upon a time, there was a special girl student who Terry
Pluto remembers from almost 50 years ago. Illustration By
JoAnne Coughlin Walsh / Advance Local JoAnne Coughlin
Walsh, Advance Local

WHAT WAS HER NAME?

I wish I could remember her name, but I can’t. To me, she always is The Girl In Red even though I’m sure she wore other colors.

Unlike most of my students, she was excited to have a tutor. Her math was weak but her work ethic was strong. I was told she had moved around a lot. She was intelligent, but “lost time” living in different places, according to one of her teachers.

I had her for a few months, and she was the highlight of my tutoring day. Always dressed neatly – matching shoes, socks and dress. Her hair was immaculately braided with a ribbon, her smile was ever present.

One day, she asked me, “Do you live in a nice house?”

I never thought about it much. At that point, my family owned a split-level in Northfield. I was living at home, commuting to college and my various part-time jobs. Before I answered, I thought about the places I drove past each time I went to Hough.

“Yes,” I said. “I live in a nice house.”

I waited for her to say something else, but she didn’t. She sort of looked at something over my shoulder. I thought of asking her if she lived in a nice house, but wisely kept my mouth shut.

THE BRICK THROWERS

One day I was tutoring a little boy. Suddenly, a brick banged against the classroom window, glass shattering. The little boy ran to the window, me right behind him. We saw a couple of kids in the parking lot, looking up and laughing.

“They used to go here,” said the boy. “They bad.”

I was always thankful The Girl In Red wasn’t in the room with me that day. But I thought about the brick and the broken window right after she asked me about the house.

The little boy and I returned to working on the multiplication tables. What is there to say about any of it? For some of these kids, it seemed like so often someone was throwing a brick right in the middle of something good happening.

WHAT WE REMEMBER

I tell this story peering into the rearview mirror of memory of nearly a half-century ago. I’m not sure what is actually factual, at least the small details and conversations. Is it how I want to remember it, or did it actually happen as I remember?

“February made me shiver with every paper I’d deliver …

“Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn’t take one more step … ”

There they are, more lyrics from “American Pie.”

In my memory, it happened in February. Even though the school was a few miles from Lake Erie, the winter wind whipped and puffs of white came out of my mouth while I walked into the school.

I saw The Girl In Red at the other end of the hall. She was going out the door. She was with an older woman, The Girl In Red hanging on to the lady’s hand.

I walked into the classroom and asked the teacher about her.

“You won’t be seeing her again,” she said.

“What happened?” I asked.

The teacher explained the lady was from “the welfare department.” It was probably Child Protective Services.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“I told you,” said the teacher. “She won’t be with us anymore.”

The teacher went silent. She gave me the look she gave her students, the stare that could silence a classroom. This woman didn’t babysit, she taught. She kept order. Her kids learned the basics. She was about 50. At that point, it seemed – just for a second – like she might cry.

“I can’t say any more,” she said.

We were talking in the hallway. She turned and walked into the classroom. I followed her.

“I met a girl who sang the blues and

asked her for some happy news …

“But she just smiled and turned away.”

More lines from “American Pie.”

I always wished I had heard some happy news about The Girl In Red. Never heard a word. Never think about her, until I see a little girl in red with braids and a smile.

Don McLean - America Pie (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1]

A long, long time ago

I can still remember how that music

Used to make me smile

And I knew if I had my chance

That I could make those people dance

And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver

With every paper I'd deliver

Bad news on the doorstep

I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried

When I read about his widowed bride

But something touched me deep inside

The day the music died

[Chorus]

So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry

And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

Singin', "This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die"

[Verse 2]

Did you write the book of love?

And do you have faith in God above

If the Bible tells you so?

Now, do you believe in rock 'n' roll?

Can music save your mortal soul?

And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him

'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym

You both kicked off your shoes

Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck

With a pink carnation and a pickup truck

But I knew I was out of luck

The day the music died

[Chorus]

I started singin', bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry

Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

And singin', "This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die"

[Verse 3]

Now, for ten years we've been on our own

And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone

But that's not how it used to be

When the jester sang for the king and queen

In a coat he borrowed from James Dean

And a voice that came from you and me

Oh, and while the king was looking down

The jester stole his thorny crown

The courtroom was adjourned

No verdict was returned

And while Lennon read a book on Marx

The quartet practiced in the park

And we sang dirges in the dark

The day the music died

[Chorus]

We were singin', bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry

Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

And singin', "This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die"

[Verse 4]

Helter skelter in a summer swelter

The birds flew off with a fallout shelter

Eight miles high and fallin' fast

It landed foul on the grass

The players tried for a forward pass

With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now, the halftime air was sweet perfume

While sergeants played a marching tune

We all got up to dance

Oh, but we never got the chance

'Cause the players tried to take the field

The marching band refused to yield

Do you recall what was revealed

The day the music died?

[Chorus]

We started singin', bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry

Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

And singin', "This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die"

[Verse 5]

Oh, and there we were all in one place

A generation lost in space

With no time left to start again

So, come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick

Jack Flash sat on a candlestick

'Cause fire is the Devil's only friend

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage

My hands were clenched in fists of rage

No angel born in Hell

Could break that Satan spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night

To light the sacrificial rite

I saw Satan laughing with delight

The day the music died

[Chorus]

He was singin', bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry

Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

And singin', "This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die..."

[Bridge]

I met a girl who sang the blues

And I asked her for some happy news

But she just smiled and turned away

I went down to the sacred store

Where I'd heard the music years before

But the man there said the music wouldn't play

And in the streets, the children screamed

The lovers cried and the poets dreamed

But not a word was spoken

The church bells all were broken

And the three men I admire most

The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost

They caught the last train for the coast

The day the music died

[Deleted Verse]

And there I stood alone and afraid

I dropped to my knees and there I prayed

And I promised Him everything I could give

If only He would make the music live

And He promised it would live once more

But this time one would equal four

And in five years four had come to mourn

And the music was reborn

[Chorus]

And they were singin', bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

Singin', "This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die"

[Outro]

They were singin', bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

Singin', "This'll be the day that I die"

Miley Cyrus - The War Is Over

✩🎄★Happy Xmas (War Is Over)★🎄✩

Miley Cyrus & Mark Ronson feat. Sean Ono Lennon

Dec 12, 2019

Miley Cyrus & Mark Ronson feat. Sean Ono Lennon

- Happy Xmas (War Is Over)

Lyrics ★🎄★

So this is Christmas

And what have you done

Another year over

And a new one just begun

And so this is Christmas

I hope you have fun

The near and the dear one

The old and the young

A very merry Christmas

and a happy New Year

Let's hope it's a good one

Without any fear

And so this is Christmas (war is over)

For weak and for strong (if you want it)

For rich and for poor ones (war is over)

The world is so wrong (now...)

And so happy Christmas (war is over)

For black and for white (if you want it)

For left and for right ones (war is over)

Let's stop all the fight (now...)

A very merry Christmas

And a happy New Year

Oh, let's hope it's a good one

Without any fear

And so this is Christmas (war is over)

And what have we done (if you want it)

Another year over (war is over)

And a new one just begun (now...)

And so happy Christmas (war is over)

We hope you have fun (if you want it)

The near and the dear one (war is over)

The old and the young (now...)

A very merry Christmas

And a happy New Year

Let's hope it's a good one

Without any fear

War is over, if you want it

War is over now!

Happy Christmas everybody!

★🎄★

New Years Require Better Resolutions

by R.E. Slater

December 29, 2020

I have been enjoying Miley Cyrus a lot lately. I love her voice, how she thinks and envision's life, her need to speak out against civil and human injustice, and for the beauty she sees all around her. Miley is sounding better to me the older she gets and the more she discovers who she is and what she wants to speak to. And though she's very good at capturing cover songs like the one here, I am more interested in her edginess and how she sees humanity in all its vices and colours.

With the onset of a new year coming in three days I'm asking that we commit ourselves to healing. To the healing of our hearts, our friendships, our community, our country, and our world.

To redirecting all our nervous, sometimes exasperating, sometimes agitating, energy, into goodness and wellbeing for all things human and earthly. Mere wishing for, or singing of, "Peace on Earth, goodwill towards men" are but empty words if we don't actually practice these qualities at all times through all our seasons of life.

Over the last several years we've seen the ugliness of hatred and division and what it does to leaderless people who follow those dark souls who are destroyers of present goodness. They have vexed our hearts and our relationships with one another. They are a scourge to be remonstrated against and removed.

Let us today, this coming year, take up the challenge of our destroyers to rebuild a truer equality and justice for all around us. For each other as well as for nature. So often rebuilding cannot come without deconstructing our past and present. Black Lives Matter has challenged us to do just that. And we will. These are the fundamental challenges we must step up to. Let me share an all too frequent example of expectations versus reality.

The Challenges of Loss

Several years ago I naively bought a house thinking it needed remodeling. I had met the builder and the owner, sent an inspection company out to confirm the site, and read what was written in the contracts. But I couldn't have been more wrong. The house was fundamentally built wrong, found akilter with itself upon it's several elevations, and with a craftsmanship absently confounding. It all was hidden from view innocently enough but the structure was fundamently flawed behind its rustic beauty. The words on the contract which I needed for clarification weren't written down but kept off and hidden (as keeping to the letter of the law of the county but not its spirit of full disclosure). And the inspecting agency counted the nails on the roof, the missing electrical safety features but missed the foundations which were rotting and sagging. These were drywalled over from the inside and packed with gravel around the perimeter making it seem aesthetic when it was actually functional fifteen feet all the way down. A simple tapping of an iron rod through the gravel would've confirmed further discovery. Or a screwdriver through the furnace walls would've told of a wooden foundation. But none of this was disclosed or confirmed. The result? It was all on me. Everything. It was not a good place to be.

An older man, my neighbor, whom I came to know, spoke wisdom confirming what my own heart was saying, against all the others who spoke contrary. I took it as a word from God and proceeded to destroy-and-rebuild and never looked back. It would be another loss in life. Unexpected. Injurious. But something to be overcome. I told my neighbor the house needed a deep renovation - including a completely new, and much stronger foundation, and not the rotting foundation it was lying upon which I had perchance discovered midway through remodeling the lower floor as a front end loader removed the dirt from the buried walls so we could add an extra bedroom and bath to the end of the house. I remember that weekend as being grievous. We were facing a total loss.

Bottom line... I would have to deconstruct the house before reconstructing it properly. It would cost a good deal of money, personal time I didn't have, and the labor of many talented trade workers to overcome the obstacles and oppositions I was facing. And I would have to live with my decisions good or bad. However, the Lord has gifted me with the ability to create investments out of loss. It has been true with lay ministries as it has been true in my life. My gifts it seems is to take challenges and create beauty. Which also means I've had a lot of experience with losses. Or with shoddy envisioning of what beauty means. Or with people or institutions content with the trauma they are living out.

My website, Relevancy22, is a postmodern Christian testament to recreating, or reimagining, a Christianity I was deeply blessed and trained in to maintain its traditional structures. It's classic forms. It's unmitigating foundations. But those structures and foundations needed demolishing - keeping the good as I could while trashing all that withheld seeing God's love truly through the biblical passages and churchly histories and otherwise actions of its people. I had to go through dark days to get there. But the Lord sent me His Holy Spirit to guide through a challenging wilderness to find a way to His light and beauty. It was done by learning to unlearn so that I might re-learn.

So too it is with our lives. We need the Lord's guidance and the discerning grit of hard decisions to be made when we do not know which way to go amid the cacophony of voices telling us what we should do. And for that God had brought to me the help of gifted craftsmen and trades people, a blessed general contractor of generosity and talent, and a small window of purchasing opportunity to buy discounted materials during America's worst times of hurricanes and wildfires. As I labored with the labourers I blessed God many times over during those long 14 months. From beginning to end it was fraught with difficulty personally, financially, health-wise, and emotionally. It was a hard time.

As another example of rebuilding out of neglect let's look at societal structures in their many ways of casual callousness to the suffering and neglect of people living with rot and difficulty on a daily basis. The dispensing of Covid-19 vaccines readily shows to us the struggles we are challenged with in a society when naively promoting our ideals over aiding those truly in need of the miracle vaccine. Rather than serving the homeless, ghettos, the essential, and enfeebled, our dispensatory systems have been prejudiced towards those who have the resources, class, wealth, standing, or perception to receive them. Yet, any nurse, social worker, school administrator, city mayor, priest, pastor, or even private industry boss will learn on their first day whether to choose for equality and fairness or to overlook it in their occupations. Let us chose the path less travelled. The one promising fuller resolve than capitulate to the norm such as profit over care, income over restitution, greed over generosity.

To Serve rather than be Served

Let us at all times be mindful in all things to serve those around us rather than be served ourselves. This is the mindset of Jesus. The challenges in Jesus' day were no different from ours today. So much of our best intentions get usurped by the politician, the greedy, the proud, the corrupt of heart. Their kind of world is dark and odious. But let us be of the light and not of their mindset of self-serving oblivion.

Even those words, or worlds, which might sound "Christian" or "righteous" to our ears can be anything be loving or divine. More like broadbills for waylaid sheep lost and looking for a shepherd but finding crooks and thieves of their souls. And yet, the Lord God has shown His real Self through His Incarnation in the Trinitarian personage of Jesus who opposed the wicked, granted release from bondage to the suffering, and ministered God's love until His death and resurrection into glory while renewing His Covenant of Love double-stamped by His Spirit that He abides with us moment-by-moment in this life and the next.

Those leaderless churches of another gospel are not God's churches of love and welcoming embrace. They are the churches of men who worship the idols of their cultural inheritance and the lies of their future. They protect their past to live as dead people to God in their present. They fear the challenge of change and run from its necessity to moderate, or minister, to the unfortunates in life. Such words, creeds, structures, societies of darkness we would remove, demolish, overcome and replace with love, truth, goodness, and light by leaning into God's continually evolving process of death for renewal, wreckage for reclamation, atonement for redemption, denial of self for resurrection, fear for transformation, and beauty for revival by His Spirit at all times.

Jesus is the benchmark for all humanity. He is the goal and perfector of one's faith. Not the church, not the unenlightened mobs which come and go to the distress of the world of God and man. But Jesus. He is the One we look to for example, truth, and love. Upon Jesus' uplifted Cross we can see the God of Love in full display.

Now this Christmas has come and gone. It's short season is over. Yet Christ has come to us in wintry celebration of His Incarnational Advental Coming. Let us then ask the Lord that Christ's "panpsychic being and becomingness" enters all the way into the deepest parts of our hearts, minds, and souls, as we approach new challenges in this coming new year. Let it be a year of healing. Of atonement. Of redemption. Perhaps, even, a year of hope becoming realized in the work of our hands and feet and lips. Amen and Amen.

And as Ms. Cyrus has well said, "The War is Over." But stop and think... it really is - if... we really want it to be. Thank you Miley.

R.E. Slater

December 28, 2020

11 Memorable Poems About Peace

Goodwill Quotes by GoodReads

Christmas Bells

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime,
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
"There is no peace on earth," I said;
"For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!"

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men."

Peace and Goodwill

Since Adam ate from off that tree,
Earth spins without tranquility.
No golden age of ancient Greece
Nor Pax Romana gave us peace.
The Son of God and Mary brought
The hope that midnight angels taught.

If you’d find peace from Heaven’s King,
Then join the song the angels sing:
“To God the highest glory be!”
That’s goodwill’s faithful melody.
All sinners, willing to believe,
Alone that Prince of Peace receive.

-- David L. Hatton, 12/7/2018

Peter Drucker quote from President Abraham Lincoln

Peace and Goodwill

True peace on earth will never be, without The Lord of Eternity,

And goodwill towards all men, truly begins as we’re Born-Again.

Men sing that Christ has come, but they must embrace the Son,

God’s Son who came to earth, so all man could have New Birth.

That little baby born in a stall, isn’t a babe, but He’s King over all,

As songs about a baby man sings, Christ reigns as King of kings,

The Only True Prince of Peace, with a reign that shall not cease,

And while a babe, nations adore, The Savior, men simply ignore.

Christ came to grant all salvation, but they ignore His Revelation,

Being born of God from above, brings the peace songs speak of,

Born Again by the Spirit of God, while living upon this earthly sod,

Becoming part of God’s Family, with a Peace that lasts Eternally.

Christ did not come for Christmas, but, to redeem sinners like us,

Starting with lost sheep in Israel, then the Gentiles, per God’s will,

To bring the message of Salvation, not to some, but every nation,

A message lost in festive fray, as men sing about Christmas Day.

Jesus is why Christmas came, but songs seldom utter His Name,

In many songs what’s not heard, are those Truths in God’s Word,

Sadly many, enjoying the song, even observe this holiday wrong,

And without embracing the Truth, instead of joy shall see reproof.

Bob Gotti

(Copyright ©01/2011)