Christmas tree in the corner
Branches green outspread
Dressed with beads and tinsel
And baubles gold and red
Bright lights dance around you
Head to toe you’re lit
A range of decorations
Cover you every bit
An angel set on high
Or crowned with golden star
At your feet the gifts
Arranged around you are
Eager hands will reach
To tear paper away
To see what has been given
On Merry Christmas Day
Did you ever consider?
When decorating your tree
Of one with Christ attired
Put there for you and me
Gold should’ve been His crown
But thorns were wore instead
From His wounded body
Flowed baubles of blood bright red
When you gaily arranged the lights
That shine so bright to eye
Did you think at all of Jesus?
Who came for you to die
The Light of the world
Shining brighter than golden star
That glows on tree above you
And lights the place you are
Gifts below the branches
Wrapped and tied with bow
But the greatest Gift of all
Was given years ago
How eagerly you received
The ones that you were given
But did you accept the One
That God sent down from Heaven
The tree; think of the cross
And of Jesus that it bore
The lights; think of Him
Who shines forever more
The gifts; think of the One
That was given at Bethlehem
The tree; the Light; the Gift
Let Christmas speak of them
Colin Moffett.
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