I doubt if I'd be missed at all."

 

Then a child lovingly touched the light

"Look, mother, this one shines so very bright.
I think of all the lights upon the tree
This one looks the best to me."

"Oh my goodness," said the light
"I almost dimmed right out of sight.
I thought perhaps no one would care
If I failed to shine my share." 

With that a glorious brilliance came
For every light had felt-the same.

Our Gospel, like this Christmas tree
With little lights which are you and me

We each have a space that we must fill
With love, and lessons and good will.
Let's keep our tree ablaze with light
With testimonies burning bright.

For our Gospel is a living tree
That lights the way to eternity.