Individual soldiers,
Uniquely crafted and designed,
With warming breath,
Their frosty hearts,
And frozen minds,
Unwind.
Rigid in appearance,
Captivating they form.
Alone they seem small,
Without pomp and circumstance,
United they stand,
Together they cover,
Divided they fall,
As if to hover,
Just above the terra, they float,
Gently steering this crystal boat.
Cold and chilling to the touch,
They very well may be,
Their powers,
However,
Abound,
To drive out misery.
He created each one,
He created all,
For joyous praise,
And dance of pleasure.
Some retain them,
As if discovering buried treasure.
Yet their life is short,
Not long for this earth,
And though they may fade,
As if to pass away,
They will return anew,
A timely rebirth.
For their time away,
Their absence,
A fondness it creates,
For us to resume in unbridled joy,
Until Christmas once again returns,
They impatiently wait,
As they did long ago,
For the birth of a babe in that new fallen snow.
That humbled baby boy,
Who once held heaven’s seat,
He still holds today,
This Master and Commander,
A lost world came to save.
Each one reminds us of His love first given,
The Reason for the Season,
Our reason for living,
And of our own uniqueness,
Prayer Warriors,
Solitude Apart,
But also of our journey together,
United in His heart.
To sorrow their passing,
A brief night is all,
Rejoice old and newly fallen,
With each sunrise that rises,
Eternity to call,
Let it snow,
Dear Jesus,
Let each fragile flake fall,
Warm us with each life giving breath,
As we safely land,
Far from the grip of death,
Heaven our home,
Eternity to call,
As one by one,
With Sonrise we say,
“Forever we praise you,”
Each day,
Is Christmas,
Each day,
Is Resurrection Day!
Written by Marlena H. Johnston, ©2011
