Ryan's Ramblings

Here is a picture of our Christmas tree,
and it may be, that it means nothing to you,
but to me . . .

It was adorned by hands that I love, love, love,
and is topped by a star of promise from above.

The ornaments that fill the branches and boughs,
hold stories that range from then until now.

They are memories of God’s faithful hand in our days,
they tell of His goodness and keep Hope ablaze.

The lights that shine brightly into the night,
remind us it’s time for joy and delight.

The wondrous sight of our Christmas tree,
calls to mind words the angel said to you and to me.

This day is born a Savior—Jesus your Lord,
who paid the price, that none could afford.

So, when I look at our tree, I see Jesus in all,
saying “Come unto me,” and I harken His call.

That is a picture of our Christmas tree,
and it may be, that it means nothing to you,
but to me . . .

Merry Christmas!