Jesus spoke to them again, saying, “I am the light of the world. He who follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but have the light of life.”
John 8:12
What if mild Mary long ago refused
the holy messenger that came to her,
as weary, arid desert sands blew;
blew silently across lonesome land.
What if Joseph had turned her away
when angels visited his troubling dreams?
Beads of sweat warmed he’s worried brow;
brow burdened with disappointment.
What if the modest family had not gone;
when called to little town of Bethlehem
Tucked smartly within rocky, hilly earth;
earth set aside for the Promised One.
What if meager manger had been empty;
a sparse shelter that wonderful holy night?
No animals to sing His lovely lullaby;
lullaby hopefully for all of mankind.
What if burly shepherds doubted
the things they heard in night skies?
Songs of the newborn Baby King;
King to reign in Heaven on high.
What if the wealthy magi turned back
tired of travel across new lands?
Weary of following the star bright;
bright and brilliant across inky night.
What if Christmas was forever veiled
among gifts, garland and guides?
No baby King Jesus to come to save;
save sinful folk just like you and I.
Patti Wolf 