These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Homesick for the One Who's Christmas Born

How can it be the One, Whose Face
I've never seen is in my heart?
How can I ever hope to trace
His Loveliness from which I can't part?

I long for Christmas all year through.
So when it comes I'm longing more.
I want to spend my life with He Who
meets all needs. He's Home, the Door.

The broken parts of my heart have flown
away to Heaven, where He lives.
The Christmas longing ever grown
to be with those through life He gives.

There's nothing really wrong I guess,
except that everything's wrong it seems.
We're standing in the human mess,
awaiting one, Whose life - death - life redeems.

True Christmas morn will finally be
when Jesus' Face in wonder shown.
We're nevermore away from He.
In Resurrection, death has flown.

by Jay O’Toole
on December 16th, 2025