In the city's center square,
A tree is placed with measured care
With Hearts of stone, to blind to see,
The foolish argue 'what the name should be'
Holiday? Fellowship? or Atheist tree?
Secular men make their worldly plea
But my heart sees a 'CHRISTMAS TREE'
So I gladly share, what it means to me
A Flawless tree, brought down in it's prime
Like the Christ's allotted earthly time
Topped by a star, supernaturally bright
Like the wise men followed, that faithful night
Holly berries sprinkled all around
Like drops of blood, from His thorny crown
Strings of Golden tinsel adorn each branch
Yet Christ's robes of glory, men can not match
For each sin forgiven, there's a tiny white light
This display of His grace, makes an incredible sight
Prickly Evergreen branches, oh how they scratch
But pains of spiritual growth, bring rewards to match
And after the tree is stripped and left to die
I consider the loss, and then I cry
Yet in the woods, where the tree was downed
Proof of eternal life, most surely, can be found
For from the root, left withering in the ground
Sprigs of new life abound--springing up all around
So in MY home you will find a CHRISTMAS TREE
It centers the window -- Oh that others might also see!