The Gift (a poem)

One day closer,
to those streets of gold.
Days fly by,
and the nights have gotten cold,

A light in the sky,
all of heaven sang
shepherds didn't 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's without measure.

Jesus will walk with you
Jesus will walk with me
and together we will walk
right into eternity.