Mondays in Advent time:

Washing windows, wiping grime

Washing up, sweeping floors

Getting sticky fingerprints off doors.

But what in the past?

Did they have to recover fast?

Back to the sheep,

Going back home, getting some sleep,

Eating breakfast, telling the story again.

Explaining about searching in vain,

About travelling so far,

Following a special star.

But now it’s Monday and well,

It’s like you have broken a spell

For everything carries on as always.

Maybe someone will be willing to hear of those days

But it’s a new week, work needs to be done

And those special times? They’re all gone.

How was your Monday? Your advent Monday?

The wonder is there, the Word is here to stay

And the Baby is the King of kings

He saved us and gives us all good things

It’s not just for Sundays or holy days

but He lives in us, and shines through all our ways.

So yes, it’s Monday again

and although His birth, life and death was filled with pain,

It was followed by resurrection and ascension, and hope

That He will return soon, not leaving us to grope

in darkness and fear,

For we know that His return is near!