Christmas Day
Tree of life.
We look at gifts that pass away,
We look at the nativity of our baby Jesus.
Its foolery and a bliss,
like when,
Judas kissed Jesus in betrayal,
And when He shared the Eucharist.
Only God doesn't pass away,
In our jolly hall with precious gifts,
But,
Remember this day,
How it's pricey and priceless...
Like when,
On our first merry eve as parents,
On our first merry eve as children,
Once again and always in,
A solid root.
Copyright © Ronald Bunch | Year Posted 2013
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