In honour of a Little Boy who became an Angel just before Christmas
The lights are down this Christmas
The stars refuse to shine
The angels seem to have flown away
As the bells they sadly chime
You give and you take
But our hearts, it just breaks
Waiting for that chirpy little voice
For those tiny feet to make the pitter-patter noise
The tears don’t stop flowing this Christmas
As the toys are put away
No Santa can change this Christmas
Who can rewind that Goodbye Day?
Will You hold our hands this Christmas
We can’t bear to face the week
With the light snuffed out this Christmas
What good can the New year be?
Are we at the Burning Bush?
Makes us fear to draw near…
Yet our only hope, to see our little angel again
Is to hold to You and the Hope You give, through the pain…
Draw near O Lord, this Christmas
To our tired, worn and battered hearts
Pray a glimpse of Heaven You give
Where our Little Angel now plays
As he daily sees Your face
Be to us here below
Emmanuel… God with us…
poem by Dennisa Davidson
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