We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
Quiet room with music sweet Christmas time is here. Warm the house with hearts, that meet. Outside's crisp and clear. Embroidered present, nearly done, can I make another? Much like this, it's blessed fun. For daughter, like for mother. Almost over as it starts, Christmas days are blurred. Life of labor when it parts, what's the lasting word? Will we know the best Noël throughout Eternity? Joyful days with hearts, that tell, "Saved from sin, set free!" The best, that Christmas ever gives is Jesus' virgin birth. The heart forever joys and lives in the Savior's given worth. I want to live Th'Eternal Day in all, that Christ, I Am, is for me, Life, Truth, and the Way, The crucified, and risen Lamb. Will there be lights and Christmas trees? Will there be coffee shop nights? The truest joy is when each sees The Savior from all plights. The Christmas moments, that I seek are truly Christ Himself. Oh, let my heart forever speak of Jesus' lasting wealth. by Jay O’Toole on December 4th, 2024 |