The Gift
I’d been
wondering, what does Christmas truly mean?
When I saw a
package by the tree that I hadn’t seen.
A small gift in
the corner wrapped with much care,
Yet it was so
small I wondered what would fit in there.
I went over and
picked up the gift and felt a most curious sensation,
A tingling all over
is what I got from this Christmas representation.
Then all of a
sudden my vision blurred, the edges started to fray,
And I saw
something I have yet to see again to this very day.
A child so
beautiful that He seemed to give off His own light,
So beautiful the
manger He was in, didn’t seem to be right.
Then the image
faded and a new one took its place,
The child was
older but I still recognized His face.
He was kneeling
I saw and saying a prayer,
I saw His tears
as I was calmly standing there.
He was crying
for me I realized with a start,
And suddenly
warmth started spreading through my heart.
I wanted to stop
Him when I saw what He had to bear,
But then I
realized I couldn’t, I wasn’t really there.
Tears were now
streaming down my face, and I didn’t know what to do,
When He with
tears of His own, looked at me and said, I did this for you.
The image faded
once more as His face started to grow dim,
That was my Christmas present but what would be my
gift to Him?
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