by Jay O'Toole
We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life.
Betimes this life will change it's pace,
and throw a little curve.
Those times it's best to lean on Grace,
not what we think's deserved.
The whispered peace, that Christmas brings
was seen when Jesus came.
The crickets chirp. A robin sings,
"He's evermore the same."
The star, that lit that sky-high tree
bent magi to their knees.
The light of God on Calvary
bore sin in death to free.
The Christmas Babe rose from the grave
as Lord forevermore.
This whispered hope, that "Jesus saves"
has settled Death's dread score.
Christ rose, again, and Death can't speak.
He took our place as One so meek.
Each day He whispers to some heart,
"My Gift for you makes new life start."
The Christmas Peace in whispered tones,
proclaims He died for thee alone.
Arising for His third day's win.
New life He lives. He paid for sin.
Our whispered peace this Christmastide
began when blood flowed from His side
to give us life forevermore,
and lasting riches from His store.
Each Christmas as a whispered peace
we're blest to see His Face.
His Joy in us will soon increase,
while resting in His Grace.
by Jay O’Toole
on December 13th, 2022