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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