Now is the season of love
Where true appetites are exposed
As dollars become proof
Of who or what we love the most
Words offer a sleek facade
While action plays its part
The wise man seeks, knowing that God
Beholds our very heart
Will we be a wise man too
Seeking Christ the King
Bearing humble gifts of love
As we come to worship Him?
Now is the season of love
Oh, what will our love-offering be?
Will it be more than presents
Beneath the Christmas tree?
...and will this season of love
Come simply to pass
Like flakes of melting snow
Or jaded blooms upon the grass
...and will this season of love
Come simply to pass
Like flakes of melting snow
Or jaded blooms upon the grass
© Janet Martin
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