by Max Dunaway
“Christmas is love,” I told my heart.
But my heart was not satisfied.
“What is love? Where is love?” it wanted to know.
But I turned its questions aside.
Then I thought of God’s love in sending His Christ,
Giving the world His Son.
And I thought of the Saviour, who loved enough
To let God’s will be done.
And I thought of the love of man for man,
By divine Love multiplied.
“Christmas,” I said, “Is God’s love in our lives.”
And my heart was satisfied.