~ All Wrapped Up ~
I
thought I'd bring you Christmas
All wrapped in a shiny bow
But there’s just something
missing,
Not the wreath or mistletoe-
I bought some things that
glittered
And I hung them on the tree,
But there is still this yearning
That gnaws inside of me…
So then I play some music-
And carols echo down the halls-
Relentless and persistent-
Something whispers from my walls…
Oh yes! I think I've got it--
At last I think I know--
On the mantle I'll line candles
Then we'll have that special glow!
But the tapers slowly burn down
And the light begins to wane-
Their magic sphere is fading
There’s just one thing that
remains—
I pick up an old, worn Bible
And begin to read the words…
About angels and a Christ-Child,
The sweetest story ever heard…
And my heart begins to well up
All the striving starts to cease-
As I embrace my Lord and Savior,
The King of Kings and Prince of
Peace—
So now I'll bring you Christmas
And the most amazing, wonderful
part-
Is that the Son of God still comes
To wrap his love around your
heart…
~*~
Sharon Frye © 2007
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