Christmas
Year Round
Laying
aside the things of this world, intently I listen.
How
silently the soul-stretching gifts of the spirit come.
Seeking
for things of a better, shelters from the storms,
they
come simply with the asking; Jesus paid the price.
Soft
sweet whisperings enter in, sacred engrafted words
speaking
volumes, sufficient for my needs for added faith.
Kindly
He wipes away my tears, replacing fear with hope,
Filling
my doubting heart with Christ’s pure love; charity.
Charlene McCutcheon is a
78-year-old wife and mother of seven, grandmother of 30, great grandmother
of 20. She lives in Manti, Utah. She loves life and people.
Thank you for adding this archived poem. I had forgotten I had even written it. So much for old age.
ReplyDeleteLove,Charlene
Dear Charlene,
ReplyDeleteOld age or not, you still have the skills to write down what others feel, well-written poem.
Love,
Inge
Charlene, What a lovely Christmas gift honoring our creator.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on having it honored as an Archive Selection. Aloha, Connie