Now is the Season of Love

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

© Janet Martin