Make It Last
It sobers my soul to see Christmas end,
on its soothing presence I came to depend.
It will take practicing the love of the Son
to feel again the spirit of that immortal one.
It's earned by those who know He is alive
and strive to one day be at His side.
Mourn not the Christmas that's now the past,
cherish its spirit and year long make it last.
Copyright © Paul Schneiter | Year Posted 2020
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