He is the One

The wrappings are gone.

The boxes played with.

The toys are scattered.

The children content.

I sit in my chair.

What did it mean?

Is that all there is?

Now that it’s clean.

Something is missing.

My heart – it aches.

What is wrong with me?

Is it all fake?

The carols I sang.

Was it by rote?

The Father above.

Did He hear each note?

The Christ child - He came.

Did I forget?

To honor His birth.

To worship His breath.

I sit in quiet.

I ponder His birth.

Why did He come?

To this sin-filled earth.

The love of His Father.

Bid Him to come.

To save my soul.

He is the One!

In Christ,

Berta

This poem was previously on SnapShots: Devotions from Life