Christ is our Evergreen
by M Ryan Taylor
Copyright © 2008 M Ryan Taylor

I remember, round the evergreen,
when I was small,
gathering to trim the tree
with loved ones all
in December, round the evergreen,
gazing in delight,
for the baubles, bells and garlands on the boughs
made our hearts bright.

I remember, round the evergreen,
when I was small,
placing gifts about the tree
for loved ones all
in December, round the evergreen,
giving with delight,
for the boxes, bows and bags under the boughs
made our hearts bright.

Growing up, the symbol of the tree
became more clear to me,
and presents placed with care for Christmas morn
remind me now a greater gift was born.

Christ is our evergreen, Christ is our root,
and tokens wreathed about the branches: His fairest fruit.
We are the evergreen, each grafted bough;
His gifts and garlands brightly shine about us now!
Crowning the glorious tree: Bethlehem’s star
guides the hungry traveler to Him from afar.

I remember, round the evergreen,
when I was small,
singing songs about the tree
with loved ones all
in December, round the evergreen,
singing with delight,
for the carols, bells and songs of grateful praise
made our hearts bright.

Christ is our evergreen, Christ is our root,
and tokens wreathed about the branches: His fairest fruit.
We are the evergreen, each grafted bough;
His gifts and garlands brightly shine about us now!
Crowning the glorious tree: Bethlehem’s star
guides the hungry traveler to Him from afar.

Christ is our evergreen, Christ is our root,
and tokens wreathed about the branches: His fairest fruit.