ADVENT IS HERE! Day 9 THE LIGHT ON THE TREE

No purple robe, just strips of cloth

Wrap round his precious little form,

Asleep within a cattle trough,

With only hay to keep him warm.

No palace grand for this young king,

His home is but a stable bare,

There isn’t room in any inn

For he who will his heaven share.

No bulb lit spruce or candled pine

Illumines this nativity,

Its brightness is God’s Light Divine,

Who will himself hang on a tree.

So whilst you eat and dance and sing,

Remembering God’s gift to you,

Do not forget his suffering,

For this was made for sharing too.

HPW ©

God bless you all,
Howard Webber
Bournemouth, England