This tree

.

This tree in our home,

there’s something amiss;

It’s not yet beautiful,

much is still unlit.

Those above, 

graced with light; 

The ones below, 

know but night. 

Unreached, 

how will they call on Him?

Unengaged,

will they hear, believe?

How will they look,

to the one on the Tree?

To the Son,

who died for thee?

His life, He gave,

not just for you;

He died to save,

all peoples too.

If, among the bright,

our songs refrain;

How will we light,

those who remain?

This tree in our home,

there’s much still unlit;

Soon, He comes.

Will it be beautiful?