A Christmas Miracle
Amanda, Our Christmas Miracle
It's Christmas Eve
and everything's on hold.
She's only 15 - too young, Lord,
too young to die.
A simple matter for you.
Rebuild her blood as she lies
on the table, under the knife.
She needs a miracle.
But, you're in the miracle business, Lord.
Please, don't let her fade away,
a beautiful butterfly,
flitting through our space
for only a moment.
A selfish prayer, gracefully received,
granted in mercy.
Thank you, Lord
for our Christmas miracle.
Someday, I'll tell her about the prayers.
I'll remember, and tell her
what you did.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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