Christmas, every time we choose a gift
In the selection of it,
We remember all the love
Our Father chose to give,
Through the gift
Of His own precious Son.
While we wrap our chosen gift
With a very tender thoughtfulness,
We ponder on
How God enfolded the world
In His love, when, only to die
He came from Above
As we fasten each part with tape,
We quietly contemplate,
How secure we truly are,
Now we are held forever
By the steadfast love of His heart.
While we tie the ribbon around,
The looping is like a symbol
Of why we are completely covered
By His sacrifice,
When He spread His arms wide
To give us His life.
Then, as we top the gift, to present,
With only the prettiest bow,
Our hearts celebrate, overflow
In such gratitude,
For the love
Of this wonderful Savior we know.
Jesus, the gift of all gifts,
At Christmas and always
God loves to give.
Soft Christmas whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © 2008
Poetry from the Heart
"God gave the world the Word made flesh
The tiny babe the silent crèche.
God gave the world on this dark night
His only Son, His glorious light.
God gave the world
The perfect gift.
God gave the world what none could give
His child to die, that we might live."
"May God bless you with a wonderful Christmas
filled with the warmth of His Presence alone
in the giving, receiving
of love in your home"