He Prayed; We Pray
©2020 Susan Noyes Anderson
Jesus Praying, by Joseph Atta
The Savior’s life was lived in prayer,
a custom born of love and need.
So many pains were His to bear,
so many causes His to plead.
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The Savior’s life was lived in prayer,
a custom born of love and need.
So many pains were His to bear,
so many causes His to plead.

As Easter beckons to my soul,
one question fills my humbled heart.
In honoring Christ’s sacrifice,
how will I know my sacred part?

The wonder of Christmas has always been mine.
It was given to me as a child.
Mother told me the tale of that first holy night,
and Christ’s light filled her eyes as she smiled.

Another year has come and gone…
another decade, too.
The message is that life goes on,
no matter what we do.

Little bits of heaven swirl around the manger bright,
falling softly as the mem’ry of that Christmas night
when all the world stood still in wonder at the Savior’s birth,
and choirs of angels sang out joy and peace to men on earth.

Christmas, I thought, would always be
the best of holidays for me…
a celebration of Christ’s birth,
when peace and glory came to earth.
This miracle, so long held dear,
blessed and remembered every year,
engenders in each tender heart
sweet reverence for His humble start.
image by Clint Patterson on UnsplashChristmas shopping has begun,
but now I shop for three,
another sad reminder of
the way things used to be.
A new year for an altered life––
I guess it does seem fitting.
2018 hit us hard,
its sorrows unremitting.