Is It Too Late?
By Christie Lund Coles
We seemed to have forgotten song and Star,
Had travelled foreign ways in search of peace,
Almost oblivious that there was one far,
Unsullied dream to build upon, to increase
The strength within us, guide us surely forth
To the unending richness of the soul.
Yet, here tonight we know the manger’s worth,
We know the price of sin and war’s fierce toll.
Thought we walked in darkness and futility,
Barren of hope, our minds tempered to steel,
Tonight we seek His true humility,
His strength to save, to comfort and to heal.
We follow shepherds, bow our heads in prayer.
Is it too late to find Him cradled there?
(1951)
Dear Ardis,
This is not a specific comment, but a general “thank you and bless you” for your reliable and consistent efforts and gifts for us readers. May you have a joyous Christmas and happy new year!
Thank you, charlene — thank you.