When all the world
of callused care
puts on a front,
and tries to share
the perfect gift
for all to seek
to buy and hide
so none will peek.
But yet somewhere
along our ways
faded Christmas
to "holidays."
When did the Christ
of Virgin birth
take second place
upon the Earth?
The baby born,
whom grew to man,
received a nail
upon each hand.
Unspeakable,
His gift, they called,
as John stood by,
and Mary bawled!
No way to hide
the precious price
He paid for all
in sacrifice.
He paid the debt
He did not owe
so, Heaven, you
may one day know.
The Gift of Life
eternally
is given so
all may receive.
The gift of God
still sits in wait
to be received.
It's not too late!
This poem won second place for the
October 2020 poetry contest