Grace has a name—not writ in lights—

But carried silently by One who fills
Each room, each heart He enters
With rich colors and deep warmth.
Reach now: allow His tiny fingers quick
To grasp your outstretched life
And change your dusty, hay-filled tomb
Into the very site of joy.
Darkness wanes as dawn arrives:
His Day cannot be far away.

Praying for your joy in Jesus this Christmas.

Stay in grace.