I am That
Visitor
by Unknown
I enter the home of poverty, causing pale
faced children to open their eyes wide in pleased
wonder. I cause the miser's clutched hand to relax,
and thus paint a bright spot on his soul. I cause
the aged to renew their youth, and to laugh in the
glad old way. I keep romance alive in the heart of
childhood and brighten sleep with dreams woven of
magic. I cause eager feet to climb dark stairways
with filled baskets, leaving hearts amazed with the
goodness of the world. I cause the prodigal to pause
a moment on his wild wasteful way, and send to
ageless love some little token that releases glad
tears, tears which wash away the hard lines of
sorrow. I enter dark prison cells, reminding scarred
men of what might have been, and pointing forward to
good days yet to come. I come softly into the still
white home of pain, and lips that are too weak to
speak, just tremble with silent eloquent gratitude.
In a thousand ways I cause the weary world to look
up into the face of God, and for a little moment,
forget the things that are small and wretched.
I AM THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT!
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