as a child I would dream
of ribbons and bows
imagine the contents
things hidden, unseen
now I crinkle the paper
of my inner thoughts
so much more in the meaning
than the things that Ive bought
impoverished the soul
for those fearing to live
take your pallet and walk
only Jesus could give
There is nothing incorrect
in such love for a world
for the lost He was born
offering nothing untoward
so this year I want Jesus
under my tree
Christ soon is coming
to save you and save me
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hope is revived
for unto us a child is born
all is well
I wish each of you the hope of peace. It is not an offering that a world leader can make – the cost is too high.
Merry Christmas to all!
penned in moon dust 