- The
Christmas Light
- She lived
out her end in a crumbling old house
- on a
street long forsaken to rancor and shame,
- and died,
never ceasing in hopes for tomorrows
- she
longed for serenity yet peace never came.
-
- She
suffered through years of pleading and sorrow
- and
prayed for a Christmas of Good Will Toward Men,
- she
witnessed the spread of the cancer of hate
- she stood
as a fortress against battles of sin.
-
- She spoke
not a word, her weapon was simple
- one lone
lovely candle, one thin ray of light
- in her
highest dark window, each fair Christmas Eve
- her gift
to the world with love pierced the night.
...
- He
entered this life by the humblest of means
- in a
world given over to bondage and pain,
- He died,
not once ceasing in prayers to the Father.
- He rose
in sure victory as conquering King.
-
- The
prophets foretold this night of His birth
- of quiet
cool air filled with whispers and love,
- of wise
men who honored with gifts, gold and myrrh;
- of song
breaking forth from joyous angels above!
-
- Mary
spoke not a word, her touch soft and gentle
- one tiny
flame flickered and held back the night
- her gift
to the world one fair Christmas Eve:
- one smile
for her Savior, one thin ray of light.
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