The Christmas Tree
From a tree a manger was made, 0n the first Christmas, in it He laid.
Also from a tree, a cross was made, and on it, for our sins, the price HE paid.
I remember each year as the tree I adorn, His gift giving began the day HE was born. As I gently place each ornament of gold, In His hands, I place my heart, and my life, for Him to hold. Trusting in Him to take good care of me, I pray and I sing as I decorate the tree.
“I am the way, the truth and the light,” said He.