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December 18 One Year CloserMy face is filled with wonder, My nose pressed on the glass. A fog is formed as I breathe. But my excitement isn’t masked. Behind me everything is sparkling, Red and silver, green and gold. Stockings hung up by the fire, A peaceful sight to behold. While others sit and talk away, I just sit with wonder and awe. I know I’ll see him if I wait, And see what others saw. I’m urged to go upstairs to bed, But I’m too awake this Christmas Eve. They all told me the wondrous story, I can’t forget. I cannot leave. I stare up at the cool night sky, A shiver runs down my spine. I’m not sure what he’ll look like, But I know that all will be fine. They say he’ll bring all sorts of things, He represents both peace and love. They say he was born long ago, And now will come from above. I’ve seen some people dressed as him, But I’d like to see him as himself. I see him all the time in windows, Or sitting by me on a shelf. But as I stare at space itself, I dream of meeting him. I’ll fall into his hug so big, His smile brightening all that’s dim. I finally slip into my bed, Exhausted from my late night stare. Perhaps he would come in the night, And in the morning be waiting there. But just before I drift asleep, I look once more at the scene, Of Mary and Joseph and shepherds too. And the Baby that became a King. I know in my heart he’ll come again, Like all the people say. And I’ll always keep watch for his return, Just as I did today. King of Kings and Lord of Lords, He’s the perfect example of grace. This Christmas is the best of all… We’re one year closer to seeing his face. May everyone have a Christ-filled holiday season! |
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