A Poem of His Gifts


The Lord is like a Father on Christmas Eve, who toils away in the night as His children sleep. Looking to place the most wonderful gifts under the tree, wrapping them up in the prettiest of papers.

While His children lie sleeping, dreaming of dreams they'll forget in the morning, the peace of the Lord reigns on forever as He tends to the needs of His beloved. Awaiting for His children to open their eyes to the gift of life and a new day.

In His Service, Diamond