Gentle Grace

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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