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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5 thoughts on “Gentle Grace”
So good to see you writing again, my Love.
Simple, but insightful, and full of grace.
I love it Deanna!
Such a joy and pleasure to read your inspiring thoughts.
Miss you and John, dear friends.
Such a lovely poem—reminds me of it’s lovely author.
Beautiful poem, Dea!
I concur with the second sentence of John’s comment. 🙂
Thanks for sharing and for occasional “glimpses” into your soul.
You just keep on hitting us in the face with GRACE! So many lovely mind pictures and reminders packed into so few words. Thank you Deanna! xoxo