In santa suits
Forgetting our roots
Like deer we prance
In tinsel trance
All a senseless rushing
All such sentimental gushing
Wait! Turn back, be still.
Do you hear?..the feint lyric of a woman's will.
Be-it done-unto-me, her trembled cry.
All given for love, a willingness to die.
A girl -child chimed, use me?
How so? She could not see,
Yet, yes, her brave song consenting
To Whom she'd been so faithfully attending.
Into the soil of a soul so deep
He was invited to thrust His seed,
His divinity sod.
So entered God.
A helpless child
Glowing in vernix, holy and mild.
From the simple surrender, one woman willed
All hearts could be opened, and truly filled.
Be less careful.
Heart of mine:
Be more prayerful.
Trust in Jesus:
Be made fertile!