The Greatest Gift
The tree stands in the window
With no presents neath it's boughs.
The children are all scattered
And it's lonely in the house.
The rooms are all so empty
And their father is so ill.
He'll not be here for Christmas
But I know someone who will.
As I placed the little manger
With a baby wrapped inside
Neath the tree much like the one
On which my Saviour died.
No need for presents neath the tree.
The lights shine in His name.
His gift of life eternal
Will forever be the same.
The lights spell out His Glory and
The star proclaims His birth.
The greatest gift beneath the tree
Is more than I am worth.
By Carol Bouche' Ottlinger
Christmas Eve 2001