As I look outside this blessed Christmas Eve,
I picture in my mind many frosted trees.
Trees, trees, such beautiful fabric of life:
The tree of life,
The tree of the knowledge of good and evil,
That Adam abused; O’ that grievous decaying fall.
But then a manger,
As something beautiful emerging in the midst of a foggy wood.
The coming of the Son of Man, that many misunderstood.
O’ death where is your sting, a cross of wood, of a tree.
Resurrected is the New Adam who tells us all “Follow Me.”
Now that frost that covers the Evergreen tree that is your heart,
Can be thawed out, and thus bring a new start.
