![]() God looked down on me. He shook His head, And then He said, "What sadness do I see?"
"This day was made to celebrate,
![]() "Amidst my falling tears. Within my home, I'm so alone, Not another person here."
"So many have gone home to You,
![]() I do not understand. Why leave me here, With no one near, When I too reached for Your hand?"
"Why not take me like the rest?
![]() I think then disappeared. Upon His brow, Some sorrow now, He said, "Dear child listen here."
"It's time that you forget yourself,
![]() And age renders you immobile. You still can pray, In many ways, And still can hold your Bible."
"You're sorely needed yet to tell,
![]() He added then, and smiled. "It's Christmas Day, My Son's Birthday, Oh, Merry Christmas, precious child!" Author: Virginia Ellis *CLICK HERE TO SEND THIS PAGE TO OTHERS* ![]() ![]() God rest ye merry gentlemen |