‘Twas the night after Christmas and over my couch…
lie piles of laundry in my ruckus-filled house.
The room I had tried to prepare for my Lord was still not quite finished as I came to adore Him.
And yet, He is come, whether ready or not, to this heart at the foot of His wondrous cross.
He does cast our sin and kindly enters in as I sing a sweet song of Bethlehem.
Closer and slower, I hug my sweet child, and think of my Lord, both tender and mild.
He is near and He knows the depths of my soul where true rest can be found in His presence alone.
Merry Nights-After-Christmas, dear ones.
In the Love of Christ,
Hannah
