My Christmas Tree
As I gaze upon my Christmas tree with the ornaments, glitter, tinsel and snow, I see the many presents scattered around. The shiny star on top catches my eye and I cant help but to think of Joseph and a very pregnant Mary travelling thru the wilderness on a donkey happy to find rest for the night in a manger. I think of the Magi following the star thru a hostile land to worship the babe.
As I gaze upon my Christmas tree I cant help but to think of Jesus carrying that tree up the street to his death and execution. I hear the whips crack and the bloody cries. I can hear his mother crying and see the tears on her face. I can feel the tree shake as they drive in the nails. I am thankful for the sacrifice of God's son for my sins.
As I gaze upon my Christmas tree I cant help but to think of the poor hungry, shivering masses around the world hunkered under a tree in a shanty home, clinging to life, I hear the children crying and I see the tears on the mother's faces. I see fathers broken down struggling to feed their families. My heart breaks for them.
As I gaze upon my Christmas tree I cant help but to think of my many blessings. My family, my job and my home. I have clothes to wear and food to eat and a warm bed to sleep in. But most of all I cant help but to think about the true meaning of Christmas. I pray when you look at yours you do too. Perhaps together we can remember the weak and make someone's world a little better.
Christmas Tree Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
12/3/18
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