The Gift (a poem)

One day closer,
to those streets of gold.
Days fly by,
and the weather has gotten cold,
A light in the sky,
and all of heaven sang.
The shepherds,
didn't ever need,
to wonder why,
A miracle of a virgin birth,
the presence of God,
here on earth.
God the Father,
sent down His Son,
so that we could all be one.
A gift that Mary treasured,
a gift that is without measure.
The Father will walk with you,
The Father will walk with me,
and together we will walk,
right into eternity.

MKR