The ornaments hanging,The lights shining brightCarollers singingIn the cool crisp night A feast on the tableA fire nearbyRibbons and labelsOn presents supplied Children are sleepingWith dreams in their headsSoon they’ll be leapingAs they spring from their beds When the holdays comeDon’t let burden seize usOur best gift came fromThe birth of dear Jesus

Why does the sun forget to shine On days I need it most Storm clouds confuse my mind And block heavenly host But rays break through, they glitter bright And remind me what is true I stand amazed at the sight Then I bow down to You

I wrote this a while back (the page in my notebook says 4-22-2002) but I reread it tonight and it struck a chord with me. Here it is: The rain poured down from a cloudless sky. No one questioned where the water came from; they simply accepted it. And so things were in the city [...]