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