Dressing the Tree
Lights strung on every branch,
Sparkling a beautiful dance.
Memories filling spaces
From the heart’s many places.
Gathering around are ornaments of gold,
Some brand new, some--memories of old.
A returning awe of times sweetly told,
Dressing the tree, a wonder to behold.
Trimming with ribbons and tensile
Until the whole tree is filled.
Love and care adorns
Memories once more.
A steady reminder of grace
That lights the way.
A beacon of hope
That will someday bring us Home.
The Lord places His Light within us,
Making our souls ever victorious.
Filling empty spaces with God’s peace,
He is dressing you and me.