The Christmas Tree
The gifts I'd leave beneath your tree
Aren't those that you can touch nor see,
not wrapped in Christmas tissue gay,
But gifts to bless you every day.
The gift of friendship, warm and true,
Is one that I would leave for you.
Good health and happiness and cheer
To keep you smiling through the year.
The gift of peace that comes from God,
With prayer to guide each path you trod,
And when you heart has lost its song,
The gift of hope to cheer you on.
The are the gifts I'd leave for you'
To bring you joy your whole life through.
Georgia's Porch Swing
All the earth shall be filled with the glory of the Lord.