The Candle
The Candle
The tradition in our house,
is a wax candle in the window.
It is set there to keep the light on…
all night.
Grandma told me a story,
When I was little, very little,
about a lost soul on the road.
The darkness was so great…
it was all consuming.
Fear had over taken the sad empty man,
and he could not find home.
God’s light came into the world,
One to another we spread His name.
A light in every window, to save the lame.
The Christmas birth… a miracle.
People light their houses,
It is a joyous recognition to His royal birth.
Decorations and celebrations,
to bring the missing home.
That is the story grandma gave me.
That is the tradition of Our house.
That is the life of Our home.
God is the Light of the world.
Amen.
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