These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Love of Christmas

The days throughout this month of bliss
create in me great Hope's display.
The Gift of He, Who came is this,
Salvation's Grace beyond dismay.

The Love of Christmas is fore'er.
The Birth of Christ, the Lasting Bridge.
Eternity that's free from care.
His Dwelling Place, the Northern Ridge.

The lower lights of twinkling white
remind of upper lights through dark.
The coldness of each wintry night
reminds of Sin's most lasting mark.

I love to find the childlike joy
still living in this aging man.
I'm blest, that love can still employ
Evangel's Word of His Great Plan.

The Love of Christmas let it be
an ever-new, and lasting Gift,
that quickened eyes forever see
The One, Who from our sin doth lift.

The Day of Christmas, God made Flesh.
He's fully God and fully Man.
The scene of ev'ry yard-placed creche
helps boys and girls to understand.

"Oh, help me Lord to embrace Truth,
to see, that Jesus is the Way.
The quickening Touch makes blest new youth,
redeemed forever from that day."

by Jay O’Toole
on December 12th, 2023