Misplaced heart

A confession in necessary to explain my path
An account of a secret that almost lost my grasp
In raising a tree and hanging a sock
Grew understanding of a story I once mocked

See, St. Nick for me is not a symbol of freedom
But a diversion of the making of faith in my weed om
For the love expressed toward on said to be joy
Eventually crushed the heart and belief of a boy

As age passed and days mounted
This false story distracted from truth that counted
A child's faith misplaced on a lie
Blinded the true vision's path to my eye

What I see is a calculated and subtle twist
That promotes a faith in something more invisible than mist
See Santa is the first being we're taught to have faith in
Instead of a savior who's waiting for our love and wondering when

Is it any coincidence that he's covered in red
A clear disrespect of Christ's blood shed
That we lay gifts before a thing of the earth
Instead of that which is eternal with incense and mirth

Rise up and cry aloud
And give praise to our king of the billowing cloud
He alone is worth all of our praise
He alone is capable of making you amaze.

He provided, he sustains, he protects, he adores, he maintains
The true gift, the gift of love .... a love that ordains.