Come Christmas

Verigo Anatoly Konstantinovich

 

Come Christmas

You see this Christmas tree all silver gold?

It stood out many winters in the cold,

with tinsel sometimes made of crystal ice,

say once a winter morning - maybe twice.

More often it was trimmed by fallen snow

so heavy that the branches bent, with no

one anywhere to see how wondrous is

the hand of God in that white world of his.

And if you think it lonely through the night

when Christmas trees in houses take the light,

remember how his hand put up one star

in this same sky so long ago afar.

All stars are hung so every Christmas tree

has one above it. Let's go out to see.

David McCord

 

 

"With no one anywhere to see how wondrous..."  If there ever was a theme I could go on about indefinitely, this is it. How God makes extraordinary things and broadcasts them so generously and seemingly haphazardly that some end up in places where no one sees them.

 No one, that is, but Him. 

The precious, the gorgeous, the intricate - all within His scope and His view - known and treasured. All. None forgotten or overlooked or unnappreciated. All beloved.