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 |