The Tres Bijou Story

A sparkling gem sits upon the tree,

ever glistening for all to see.

Always cheered by it’s sight,

This bijou twinkles throughout the night.

In winter when I rise from sleep,

or before I drift off to count the sheep,

I say a prayer to You my dear,

gently drawing bijou near,

I whisper so only You can hear,

all the words I long to have fill your ears.