Oh This Wreath

Oh this wreath made from pine,

Could ever make a family feel so divine.

As you’re going down the street,

You look at it and feel the greet.

It gets passed down through the generations,

But gets no attention from all the comotion.

This one special Christmas a little boy walks up,

Rings the doorbell and to his good luck;

The door opens, and the boy hears a breath.

On the other side of that door, there’s a man named Seth.

The boy gathers up his courage and finally asks,

“Oh, this wreath where did you get it, it reminds me of the tree we put up on Christmas.”

“I’ll tell you what” says Seth. “I’ll give it to you.

“But why,” asks the boy without a clue.

“That’s what Jesus would do,”

“He sacrificed himself for you.”

“He died on the cross to pay for our sins;”

“And yes, He did it for all of us”

“Oh this wreath, ‘twas so fine on this door.”

“But it’s worth a lot more than this, a lot more.”