Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Christmas Guest, artist - Reba McEntire. Album song Merry Christmas To You, in the genre
Date of issue: 26.11.1987
Record label: A Geffen Records Release;
Song language: English
The Christmas Guest |
It happened one day near December’s end |
Two neighbors called on an old friend |
And they found his shop so meager and lean |
Made gay with thousand bows of green |
And Conrad was sitting with face a-shine |
When he suddenly stopped as he stitched a twine |
And he 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'm coming your guest to be.» |
So I’ve been busy with feet astir |
Strewing my shop with branches of fern |
The table is spread and the kettle is shined |
And over the rafters the holly is twined |
Now I’ll wait for my Lord to appear |
And listen closely so I will hear |
His step as He nears my humble place |
And I’ll open the door and look on 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 had spent many a sad Christmas Day |
But he knew with the Lord as his Christmas Guest |
This Christmas would be the dearest and best |
So 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 at his door |
Like the vision he had had a few hours before |
So he ran to the window after hearing a sound |
But all he could see on the snow covered ground |
Was a shabby beggar whose shoes were torn |
And all of his clothes were ragged and worn |
But Conrad was touched and he went to the door |
And he said, «You know, your feet must be frozen and sore |
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 Conrad noticed the time of day |
And wondered what made the Lord so late |
And how much longer he’d have to wait |
When he heard a knock, he ran to the door |
But it was only a stranger once more |
A bent old lady with a shawl of black |
With a bundle of kindling 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 for 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 slipping away |
And the Lord hadn’t come as he said he would |
Then 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’d 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 the little girl glad |
So he called her in and he wiped her tears |
And quieted all her childish fears |
Then he led her back to her home once more |
But as he entered his own darkened door |
He knew 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.» |
When soft in the silence a voice he heard |
«Lift up your head for I kept my word |
Three times my shadow crossed your floor |
And three times I came to your lonely door |
I was the beggar with bruised, cold feet |
And I was the woman you gave something to eat |
I was the child on the homeless street |
Three times I knocked, and three times I came in |
And each time I found the warmth of a friend |
Of all the gifts, love is the best |
And I was honored to be your Christmas Guest |