“God rest you merry,

gentlemen …”

and in these pressured days

I, too, would seek to be so blessed

by Him, who still conveys

His merriment, along with rest.

So I would beg, on tired knees,

“God rest me merry,

this Christmas, please …”  

Taken by permission and adapted from “Clouds are the Dust of His Feet,” by Ruth Bell Graham. ©1992 The Ruth Bell Graham Literary Trust.