The Gospel Tree

There once was a shining Christmas tree

Standing out where all could see.

Its brilliance captured every eye

And seemed to cheer each passer-by.

"The lights are so bright", they would say

And hesitate to walk away.

The tree stood proud ablaze with light

For every light was burning bright.

Then one bulb was heard to say

"I'm tired of burning night and day;

I think I'll just go out and rest

For I'm too tired to do my best;

Besides, I am so very small

I doubt if I'd be missed at all."

Then a child lovingly touched the light

"Look Mother, this one shines so very bright.

I think of all the lights upon the tree

This one looks the best to me."

"Oh my goodness," said the light

"I almost dimmed right out of sight.

I thought perhaps no one would care

If I failed to shine my share."

With that a glorious brilliance came

For every light had felt-the same.

Our Gospel, like this Christmas tree

With little lights which are you and me

We each have a space that we must fill

With love, and lessons and good will.

Let's keep our tree ablaze with light

With testimonies burning bright.

For our Gospel is a living tree

That lights the way to eternity.

Merry Christmas