OUR DAILY CHRISTMAS

I sat upon a sand duneIn August's noontide heat;I watched the bathers in the sea,I saw the full-blown wheat;And gently, as I sat there,I felt the Christ so near,I knew that Christmas wasn't somethingA single day each year.

Right then, without the carols,The presents, or the tree,The Christ-idea dawned in my thoughtAs clearly as could be.I felt the warmth of "God is Love"—His care embracing me;The firmness of the rock of Truth,Upholding, strong and free.

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