Gentle Grace
I told God I wished I’d see
The Christmas lights all year,
A silly thing, I know.
God glittered sun on snow.
I confessed I missed Advent’s
Anticipation, now fulfilled
–I felt a bit forlorn.
The Word smiled, I’m not done.
I prayed God that I’d keep hope
Though sometimes hours are weary—
I worried I would chafe.
God whispered, You are safe.
Deanna Harrington Christiansen
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You just keep on hitting us in the face with GRACE! So many lovely mind pictures and reminders packed into so few words. Thank you Deanna! xoxo
Beautiful poem, Dea!
I concur with the second sentence of John’s comment. 🙂
Thanks for sharing and for occasional “glimpses” into your soul.
Such a lovely poem—reminds me of it’s lovely author.
I love it Deanna!
Such a joy and pleasure to read your inspiring thoughts.
Miss you and John, dear friends.
So good to see you writing again, my Love.
Simple, but insightful, and full of grace.