The tree is lit, but unadorned,
Vacancies all around,
Nooks and crannies to be filled
From tip top to the ground.
Branches stretched out — green and yearning
For memories to wear.
It makes me miss you all the more
It's hard not to despair.
The longest night nears to a close —
The Son will be here, soon,
To drive the darkness from our hearts.
His love shines like the noon.
The darkness cannot comprehend
The Light in all His glory.
He came; He died; He rose again,
Remains the greatest story.
Bound by a cell of cells, You humbly came;
Your blood pulsed through Your veins like You designed.
Infinity had shrunk to human frame,
The revelation of a love divine.