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 lives,
they tell of His goodness and keep Hope alive.
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 unto me.
"This day is born a Savior—Jesus your Lord,
who paid the price for you, that none could afford."
So, when I look at our tree, I see Jesus in all,
Saying “Come unto me” and harken His call.
That is a picture of our Christmas tree,
And it may be, that it means nothing to you,
But to me . . .