Footprints in the Snow
Jan's Christmas version of I Cor. 13 reminded me of the favorite Christmas card I received this year. The front of the card was a beautiful snow-laden Christmas tree with a huge red bow at the top and a trail of footprints (would have been MUCH nicer embossed and hand made, but oh well!) The inside poem said:
I had a dream one wintry night as the moon was full and bright.
Before me was an evergreen tree, standing alone, just like me.
Then a man came walking by whose caring look caught my eye.
It was Jesus walking there, calmly in the cold night air.
In my hear at once I knew, all I'd learned of Him was true.
He's the lightin children's eyes and shining stars in clear night skies.
Life's answer to each hurt and wrong, the peace we've needed for so long.
It was the holy Christmas season, and He had come by for a reason.
He put a bow on top of the tree, as a symbol of His gift for me.
I woke up thinking of what I'd dreamed, amazed at how real it all had seemed.
Beyond my window, I heard not a sound; falling snow was covering the ground.
On the tree I saw a beautiful bow, crimson red on the pure white snow.
Streamers were flowing down the tree, like the blood He shed for me.
I was in awe of the bright red bow - then I saw His footprints in the snow.
(Copyright Jerry & Sandi Knode) -- Abbey Press
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