I asked for a Christmas poem.
He gave me a candle.
I asked for presents.
He multiplied the flames.
I asked for peace and quiet.
He laid out a trail,
Tiny embers dancing In my night, All excited for their job.
It had me Back in Jesus’ arms.
Stars can’t survive On the Earth’s plains,
So these flames Take their place
Just like Jesus Came down to meet us All
so we could find God Once more.
A Poem By Terra Walker.