A Little Girl Lost

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He is the One


The wrappings are gone.
The boxes played with.
The toys are scattered.
The children content.
I sit in my chair.
What did it mean?
Is that all there is?
Now that it’s clean.
Something is missing.
My heart – it aches.
What is wrong with me?
Is it all fake?
The carols I sang.
Was it by rote?
The Father above.
Did He hear each note?
The Christ child – He came.
Did I forget?
To honor His birth.
To worship His breath.
I sit in quiet.
I ponder His birth.
Why did He come?
To this sin-filled earth.
The love of His Father.
Bid Him to come.
To save my soul.
He is the One!

In Christ,
Berta

This poem was previously on SnapShots: Devotions from Life

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