Saturday, December 16, 2006

The Christmas Guest

Helen Steiner Rice wrote the lyrics to "The Christmas Guest," a sentimental song first performed by country music legend, Grandpa Jones back in 1963.

This sort of ballad-like song typified a portion of the country music I grew up on. Yes, my roots are deeply planted in country music and I am proud of that fact!

For some this song will come across as sappy, hillbilly stuff. But, as we prepare for Christmas again this year, it is hard to argue with the message. Faith is all about people, pain, compassion and an abiding commitment to caring or it is useless, at least it seems to me.



It happened one day near December's 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 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 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 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 a few hours before.
So he ran to the window after hearing a sound,
But all that 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 went to the door
And he said, "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.
He wondered what made the 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 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 had not come as He said He would, A
nd 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 the litte girl glad,
So he called her in and 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 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. . ."

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--
Three times I came to your lowly door--
For I was the beggar with bruised, cold feet,
I was the woman you gave something to eat,
And 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,
I was honored to be your Christmas guest."


Anonymous said...

I bought several Grand Old Opray CD's last year and this was on one of the CD's. It always reminds me of what being a christian is all about. I pray that I never forget, not even for a minute. Joe M.

RC said...


There ain't nothing sappy about that. In fact Tolstoy tells almost the exact same story in one of his works. I forget the exact title.

Anonymous said...

Is there a accompanyment track that you know of.

Larry James said...

I don't have it, but, yes, there is. Grandpa Jones sings this. You can find it that way.

Anonymous said...

Thanks, found his version, but not just the music to, but continue to look. Thanks for the reply Bill

Anonymous said...

Absolutely love the GPJones rendition. I copied the lyrics and will perform them at my local church service this coming week. This is what Christmas is all about "LOVE"

Thomas L. Holt said...

Actually this is from a poem by Edwin Markham, a famous poet in the late 1800s and early 1900s. They read one of his poems at the dedication service of the Lincoln Memorial. Any way the name of his poem was How the Great Guest Came.

Befor the line It happened one day at the years white end.... was a paragraph that sets the poem up and it goes....
Before the CATHEDRAL in grandeur rose/ At Ingelburg where the Danube goes
Before its forest of silver spires,
Went airily up to the clouds and fires;
Before the oak had a ready beam,
While yet the arch was stone and dream-
There where the altar was later laid'
Conrad the cobbler, plied his trade.

Anonymous said...

Reba Mcentire also did an excellent version of this on one of her christmas albums