I wrote this poem when I was around 18. I hope it will be a blessing to you as we remember Christ’s birth this Christmas season.
His Light
By Michelle Altilio-Perez
Lone candle flickers in my grasp at night,
In a room full of darkness shines this one small light.
Wax drips softly from the wick to the base,
Bringing to mind a certain man’s face.
This man of modest origin, who was called a Nazarene,
Bore a gift of love like the world had never seen.
He spent His youth in study of God’s Almighty Word,
And on His Holy Baptism came the Spirit like a bird.
This man, we know as Jesus,
God’s Beloved Son,
Who lived a life of humble service,
Until His work on Earth was done.
Then one dark and dismal Friday,
Our sins nailed him to a tree.
To think, the only Son of God
Would die for you and me!
There at Golgotha loomed this solemn sight.
In a world full of darkness, hung God’s own Light.
His blood dripped softly from His head to the base,
As suffering anguish lined every crease of His face.
But from the grave, our Lord was risen, and He will forever reign,
And for His use on Earth, we each have been ordained.
By the Spirit and Word, we will fight the good fight.
Ever seeking His Glory, and spreading His Light.
JOHN 8:12 - When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”
