T'was just a garden in the rain. Close to a little leafy lane. A touch of color 'neath skies of gray. The raindrops kissed the flowerbeds. The blossoms raised their thirsty heads. A perfumed thank you. They seemed to say. Surely here was charm beyond compare to view. Maybe it was just that I was there with you. T'was just a garden in the rain. But then the sun came out again. And sent us happily on our way.

Saturday, December 25, 2004

Meaning of Christmas

Love came as an infant. And leaves us with eternity.

Unless we see the cross overshadowing the cradle, we have lost the true meaning of Christ's birth.

The True meaning of Christmas is that Jesus was born to die.
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