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 workInto the masterpiece of you.