Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Dear Precious Jesus



 My dear precious Jesus, 
I did not mean to take your place,
I only bring toys and things 
and you bring love and grace.
People give me lists of wishes 
and hope that they came true;
But you hear prayers of the heart 
and promise your will to do.
Children try to be good and not to cry 
when I am coming to town;
But you love them unconditionally 
and that love will abound.
I leave only a bag of toys 
and temporary joy for a season;
But you leave a heart of love, 
full of purpose and reasons.
I have a lot of believers 
and what one might call fame;
But I never healed the blind 
or tried to help the lame.
I have rosy cheeks 
and a voice full of laughter;
But no nail—scarred hands 
or a promise of the hereafter.
You may find several of me 
in town or at a mall;
But there is only one omnipotent you, 
to answer a sinner’s call.
And so, my dear precious Jesus, 
I kneel here to pray;
To worship and adore you 
on this, your holy birthday.

Author Unknown
Submitted by Lori Phalange

1 comment:

  1. I have never heard this poem before, Patty. It is wonderful. Yes, Jesus is why we celebrate this wonderful holiday. Merry Christmas to a very special lady in blog land.

    love,
    ~Sheri

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