For those of us who are hidden
By the twinkle of Christmas lights
Cloaked by the carols and merry
Our souls are shining bright
The Kingdom where it all began
Shimmers in everlasting position
The most lovely of all gifts is waiting
Filled with glorious redemption
Tucked underneath a Savior’s arms
Born into a world warring and blue
He holds the sacrificial present
A knight in shining armor kind of rescue
The dreams in our hearts that lie dormant
Our childhood fantasies seem failed
In a blink of an eye they awaken
To the pain of His hands that were nailed
This holiday we know has been stolen
By the rush of shopping and glee
And so we hide beneath tears of loss
But this lament is not where He leaves
Shadows removed by the lights of love
The twinkle can reveal rather than hide
A tree represents the remnant of God
The stump that seemed dead reignites
Hands lifting high we give in worship
What our souls and ours hearts truly need
A focus away from our own selfishness
Notice places of hunger craving seeds
Shifting holy ground is shaken by grace
What was hidden can emerge in mercy
Tears salt the earth and we celebrate
Rejoice in satisfying what was thirsty
Christmas steps into the lost and weary
With the journey of adventurous souls
Come out of hiding with heads lifted high
Walk forth in truth of the ancient scrolls.
Amen. Such a beautifully poignant poem.
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