There once was a shining Christmas tree
Standing out where all could see.
Its brilliance captured every eye
And seemed to cheer each passer by.
“The lights are so bright,” they would say
And hesitate to walk away.
The tree stood proud ablaze with light
For every light was burning bright.
Then one bulb was heard to say
“I’m tired of burning night and day;
I think I’ll just go out and take a rest
For I’m too tired to do my best;
Besides I am so very small
I doubt if I’d be missed at all.”
Then a child lovingly touched the light,
“Look, mother, this one shines so very bright.
I think of all the lights upon the tree
This one looks the best to me.”
“Oh my goodness,” said the light
“I almost dimmed right out of sight.
I thought perhaps no one would care
If I failed to shine my share.”
With that a glorious brilliance came
For every light had felt the same.
Our Gospel, like this Christmas tree,
With little lights which are you and me,
We each have a space that we must fill
With love, and lessons and good will.
Let’s keep our tree ablaze with light,
With testimonies burning bright.
For our Gospel is a living tree
That lights the way to eternity.
— Author Unknown