In the quiet, in the waiting, I have been listening for what the Lord would share:
Even as a tiny baby I Was and Am big enough
to hold and carry all that concerns you.
This then is the magic of Christmas.
Your worry for My peace.
Your grief for My joy.
Your bondage for My freedom.
Your wrong for My right.
In all the unwrapping of gifts,
do not forget this divine exchange.
Now thanks be to God for His Gift, [precious] beyond telling
[His indescribable, inexpressible, free Gift]!