God's Greatest Gift
Little eyes sparkled brightly,
But the gift was a box that was empty,
A story to tell his children,
Of how He lay in a manger,
The message has never burned brighter,
In the twinkle of bright Christmas lights;
Little hands reached for the gaily wrapped gift,
On that magical Christmas night.
And the little child's eyes filled with tears;
As his Mother spoke softly of God's Greatest Gift,
The story would last all his years.
And then generations to come;
Of the Gift that came in an empty box,
The story of God's only Son.
Of the lullaby angels did sing;
To a tiny babe filled with destiny,
Born to become King of Kings.
Than it did on that cold winter night;
As it shone in the eyes of that little child,
In the twinkle of bright Christmas lights.
Allison Chambers Coxsey © 1998
Your Hand
When my World falls down around me,
Then when Your Hand wraps 'round My own,
A Peace beyond all Reason,
If I but Rest my Worries,
Like a cool, sweet taste of Water,
And the Ground is sinking Sand;
When Peace can't be found on this Earth,
I reach out for Your Hand.
A Strength pours from Your Soul;
It brings Me to a quiet Calm,
Till once again I'm Whole.
A Rest there in Your Touch;
Something in Your quiet Words,
My Heart yearns for so much.
Upon Your Shoulder there;
The Strength that Pours forth from Your Soul,
Will Wash away each Care.
For a Tired and Thirsty Man;
My Heart finds Peace, My Soul is Calm,
When I Reach Out for Your Hand.
Allison Chambers Coxsey © 1998
