On a night so cold
We have heard the Angel's on high
A Christmas concert memory
Our Ride home not yet complete
My Son so precious
Beaming through a frosted window
Out of his babe mouth......
"Why is there a Light up there?"(on a pole)
My mind on the road ahead
Not giving a thorough process
the words from my mouth....
"Why to show where the pole is"
My son so sweet
Looking with innocent eyes
Continued his words with.....
"Why is the pole there?"
My brain still focused on driving
Not following the last request
my words flowed from the storage
"Why to hold up the light"
My son so tender, quiet for an hour
Then laughed out loud......
"Does God hold us up?"(as the pole)
"While we Shine to show where he is?"