In a place far from Bethlehem,
A place where everyone still believed in him,
The old lady sat,
And clutched to her heart the cross of his love.
The wind was cold,
The air was hostile,
The flowers stayed wrapped up in their buds.
The children were soon about the streets,
The shops overflowing with Christmas shoppers,
The old lady sat and observed...
Suddenly there was a young lad at her side,
Who had seen five or six springs.
"Where is your grand-baby?" he asked her.
She just stared at him
Not knowing who he was or what he wanted with her.
The boy turned and ran upon hearing his name being called.
The old lady's empty eyes filled up with tears...
Who was that lad?
That innocent angel from heaven?
It was Christmas day and the old lady sat there,
Observing the people around her.
The old lady sat,
And tried to absorb some of the happiness...
The feeling of belonging...
Suddenly there was a group of people in front of her
And they were singing carols...for her.
Water trickled down her already tear-stained cheeks...
Her skin was old but soft;
Dirty but familiar...
After they had finished,
The very same lad from the previous day
Came up to her and gave her a present.
He hugged her and said,
"Merry Christmas!"
The people then left,
And the lady was left alone to get lost once again in her thoughts...
She past away a few days after the breaking in of the new year...
But they say she had a smile on her lips, and her hand was on her heart...
Inside her left jacket pocket, was a paper that read,
"When God installed the gift of life in me,
He never warned me about the little angel
Who would see me through my last few days...
Thank you."
That little boy touched that old lady's heart...
He gave her joy and love and eased the pain of reality...
Whose heart will you touch?
