Christmas Poem 2015
Watching you grow is
rather like
The steady op’ning of
a flow’r—
Each row of petals
shows new grace,
Full of wonder,
peace, and power.
When you were small I
would have laughed
If told that your
outstanding trait
Would be a disposition
of
Gentleness to small
and great.
Back then you glared
at everyone
And pushed kids down
on every side;
I loved you for your
fiery heart,
And I still love your
fire inside.
But now I see another
side,
A sweetness only God
imparts;
Affectionate and
swift to share,
You often melt your
parents’ hearts.
I love the way you
think about
The feelings of your
siblings two,
Even when, as often
is,
They’re not thinking
about you.
I love your loyalty
to friends,
Your sheer delight in
others’ joy,
The way you rush to
hug heartbreak—
You are a wonder,
little boy.
But as in Christ, I
see in you,
That gentleness is
nothing weak—
You have a lion’s
heart, my son,
The joyful courage of
the meek.
Sometimes your sense
of justice burns
Into an all-consuming
fire;
And though your
parents must rebuke,
Please know we love
you all the while.
Your wonder,
curiosity,
And laughter fill our
hearts with joy—
Happy and exuberant,
We have a treasure in
this boy.
So Merry Christmas,
little man!
May you grow in
strength and sweetness too,
As gracious God still
shapes his work
Into the masterpiece
of you.