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Wise Men Still Seek Him Today

W-hen the fullness of time had come, Jesus was born behind an Inn in a cave-like stable.
I-n the Inn there was no room for the Son of God, no room for the Saviour of men.
S-tar was shining so bright above the stable for the shepherds to find their way to Him.
E-ven angels proclaimed His birth to those shepherds "Unto you is born this day."
M-anger is where Mary and Joseph first laid him.  It was filled with hay.
E-very animal there must have known that their Creator had come that day. 
N-o one knew the depth of love God had, to give His Son to dwell among men.
S-ame star guided three kings from the Orient, who studied the stars and heavens.
T-hese wise men from the East came saying "Where is He that is born King"
I-n their hands they brought him gifts of gold, frankincense and myrr.
L-ike these three wise men, wise men still seek him today! 
L-ove is the reason that God sent His only Begotton Son into the world to save us.
S-eeking for you and me, yes God was seeking for us because we had left Him.
E-veryone, yes, all we like sheep have gone astray. Everyone to his own way.
E-ach one has to make his on decision to follow Him or not to follow Him.
K-ing, born to be a King. King of the ages. King of the past. King of the future.

H-eaven, He came from Heaven to earth to show us the right way.
I-niquity, the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
M-elody, He gives us a sweet melody, we sing many songs of praise to Him.
T-ree, A Christmas tree, the love that Jesus had for us, to die on a tree.
O-nly one life and how soon it passes. Only in life can we accept His Love.
D-eliverance, He came from Heaven to preach deliverance to the captives.
A-cknowlege Him and accept Him. Behold now is the accepted time.
Y-ou, Yes, this Christmas Love was for You.  Will You accept this love?

For Brian Strands Christmas Love contest.

Copyright © Marty Owens

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The Spirit of Christmas, Dover, Arkansas

In our little Arkansas Dover town, we never clown around, about the sacrifice
Christmas is about Christ, and his great love, which suffices 

We live and let live, to our charities we give, for in heaven above
It's all about Love, refining one's self, to enjoy in Dove, who is love

We put down the mind of strife, we celebrate Christ's birth
The sacrifice, `tis about life, and knowing it’s worth

Increasing our unction, never to wane, the Lamb's fame
In public we still pray, at our functions we still say, “in the Name”

In celebration of Love's life, we give up, all of our means
No hazing, it's amazing, all over town, Nativity scenes

To suffices our worship, the special day is necessary
Signs of heaven, Love's leaven, the Babe, and mother Mary

The Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost, some don't want to get even close, (or near)
For they fear, the special day of love's cheer, unto Christ, so dear

Have a very, very, merry, Christmas, Devonshire, to heaven for sure, and to all at Soup
Now year is close to over, don't be a rover, please visit Dover, “old Moses love scop”

10-16-09 For Carolyn's Christmas contest
4th placement

Copyright © john freeman

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Do They Celebrate Christmas In Heaven

Do they celebrate Christmas in Heaven?
What a glorious sound it would be
If all of the angels were  singing,
Gathered round a big evergreen tree.

Will you have some  children to read to,
Like those  wonderful yuletide’s  of old?
Will you be chosen to tell them
The story  you once happily  told?

Another Christmas without you,
I’m missing you still, my dear son.
But if they have Christmas in Heaven,
Then perhaps you will not miss the fun.

I know that God must have noticed
How you like to spread Christmas joy.
And perhaps He will let you play Santa,
To a small angel  girl or boy.

I can see those small cherubs jostling
To be invited to sit on your knee,
While you tell them the old, beloved story,
Of how Christmas  first came to be.



Copyright © Joyce Johnson

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Christ is born!
The luminous armies of righteousness, triumphantly, are  
Marching on, 
While, the defeated dark forces of iniquity, disgracefully,   
In panic retreat
Angels sing “Alleluia” 

The heaven’s kingdom of love, at last, established is now, 
Into the enlightened hearts of men


Humanity’s hopes for salvation are amplified, since mighty 
The new King is and unconquerable His law, into the souls
Of His subjects, eternally would stay, forever glorifying, His
Holy name!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
   22 DECEMBER 2014

Merry Christmas to everyone!

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis

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In his Arms

A story of Faith..
How does anyone explain why they believe the Faith they have .
I can only tell you through the eyes of a 5yr old child .
That child being myself 

so let me rewind a bit in time .
It was preschool to 1st grade , I would fall into a vegetable state at school , with my head down on the desk .
My Mother was a very talented RN and worked in triage at St. Francis Hospital
She would take me to the best of Pediatrics , only to be told ," take her home give her a aspirin,  if fever gets to high , and call us in the morning . 

All I can remember is this.

I was laying on my Mothers bed as from the ceiling it appeared a man that resembled "Jesus Christ ' and his Angels , 6 on each side lifted me from the bed in his arms , and took me to a place of warmth , light and love like I have never felt before since.

I was held by him as he said , you can stay here and no longer feel pain , or you may go back. I wanted so badly to stay , but I thought of my Mothers tears , and I was sent right into my little body again only to miss that feeling I had my whole life "in His Arms "

I got up out of bed , walked to the living room , where I saw my Mother in the distance baking .'  The Grinch whom stole Christmas ' was on TV. I then noticed a tree all lighten up with decorations, I walked  towards my Mom with a blanket in my hand .

My Mom turned and she had a plate of cookies , her face white as a ghost . I asked her " Mommy , Is it Christmas ?  " she started to cry , and held me as she said " Yes Honey , it is , it is Christmas Eve. " as her tears hit my shoulder . I then asked " Why are you crying ? "  Santa Claus is coming ! " I replied,  as happy as a little 5 yr. old could be.

I was taken to a Chiropractor that week ,as a last result , He told her it was simply a miracle I was alive  .  My Spine was out of place and no Oxygen was going to my brain , in one or 2 days , I would be brain dead.

I found out later in my life at 18 yrs. old , it was shaken baby syndrome . My Father confessed to me as he to cried , at his Moms home at Christmas time . He had carried the guilt with him for years . He was a born again Christian , and a new life he had wanted with true forgiveness .

I forgave him , I know the man whom lifted me was Jesus Christ that night , and there is nothing ugly at all there , so I know he to forgave him . 
Since then ..I have never doubted , I know he goes by many names  , It is Jesus Christ all the same .

Copyright © Shanity Rain

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 S-  Silent
 N-  Nostolgic
 O-  Opalesent
 W-  Winter's harvest
 F-   Fabulous
 L-   Lumminesent
 A-  Arksending
 K-  Kraftingly coledged
 E-  Earth things
 S-  Snowfall

Copyright © Courtney Courtney

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Africans know God

They’re bold/ 

Prophecies are spoken in prose/ 

They never shy away their African bones/ 

Hearts never freeze cold/ 

Natives know words exist in action and songs/ 

Born zeros to heroes speak bold / 

Flexible faces in empty tummies with folded manifested personhood scriptures speak bold/ 

Africans know God/ 

Copyright © Raymond Ngomane

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Silver snowflakes,
dance so free,
golden lights,
as far as one can see.

Little angels,
sit beneath the trees,
painting the magic,
for eathlings to see.

Stars of the darkness,
now twinkle so bright,
as heaven opens up,
on such a glorious night.

Copyright © Christy Hardy

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The Bells From Heaven And The Carollers Singing

People gather round, to hear the bells from heaven.
People gather round, to hear the carollers sing.

The sound in the air, was the bells from heaven.
The sound in the air, was the bells that ring.

Ding-a-ling-a-ling was the bells from heaven.
Ding-a-ling-a-ling was the bells that ring.

People gather round, to hear the bells from heaven.
People gather round, to hear the carollers sing.

The sound in the air, was the carollers singing.
The sound in the air, was the carollers that sing.

La-la-la-la-la-was the carollers singing.
La-la-la-la-la-was the carollers that sing.

People gather round, to hear the bells from heaven.
People gather round, to hear the carollers sing..

Christmas Carol-By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1983,2014..
ALL rights reserved..

Copyright © Kim Robin Edwards

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Christmas Tears In Heaven

Does Jesus cry in heaven because of what folks do
With parties held on Christmas with lots of Christmas brew?
Does Jesus cry on Christmas because the churches close,
They think that few will come there; some other place they chose?
Do angels cry there with Him because of few who sing
The songs with awe and wonder without loud drums and strings?
Do all the saints cry also because this sacred day
Is missing on the calendar in oh, so many ways?
No Christmas tears in heaven?  I wonder how could be
When Calvary’s tree’s forgotten, replaced by Christmas trees?
No room that night back yonder, no room for Him today--
It should bring sadness to us, but too many are astray.
They say that up in heaven no one’s supposed to cry,
But as I think about this, I have to wonder why.
Are there no tears in heaven because down here below
Folks desecrate our Savior with places that they go
On Christmas Day especially, when angels up above
Once sang a precious story about His wondrous love?
The Christmas tears in heaven may be shed after all
Because too many people no longer hear the call.
Too many think that Christmas is all of old Saint Nick,
The presents and the parties and reindeer paws that click.
It must not be Christ’s birthday; He gets few gifts that day,
But oh, the money spent then for another’s gift display!
We’re promised in the Bible that God will dry our tears,
But I wonder if in heaven that tears may still be here?
I hope that they aren’t crying because of what I do
On Christmas Day for Jesus or others all year through.
May Christmas tears in heaven be never shed for me;
I want to honor JESUS more than the gifts I see!
I want to make Him special, first in all I do and say,
So Christmas tears in heaven aren’t shed for me today!

Copyright © Clarence Billheimer

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Merry Christmas In Heaven

Merry Christmas in Heaven
From all of us here
You're not forgotten on Christmas
Nor throughout the whole year
Your smile, your laughter
Your holiday cheer
Fill the air in this place
If I sit quiet, it's clear
Words can't express the sadness we feel
Though you're in Heaven without one single tear
I'll see you again behind golden gates
For Jesus is coming, I know it is near
Merry Christmas in Heaven
I wish you were here

Copyright © Sarah Schnatz

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Christmas With Christ

Merry Christmas up in heaven.
How special it must be,
to celebrate our Savior’s birth
with Him there personally.

I’ll bet there is no Santa Claus,
or stories of reindeer,
but angel’s joyfully singing
about Christ as He stands near.

I miss you most at Christmas time
and know you miss me too.
The Holidays are lonely
and I long to be with you.

But I  know the time will time
when we're together again.
I Patiently await that day.
Merry Christmas until then.

Copyright © Ron Tranmer

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A Christmas message

A Christmas carol so joyful and sweet,
heavenly voices such a festive treat.

The birth of a very special baby boy 
named Emmanuel. The light of the 
world, the word made flesh. True love 
upon the earth.

A heavenly message our saviour is here,
who shall lead us back to our Father.
Forgiveness is here blot out our trespasses.

Copyright © Andy Craig

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Christmas time and God
is busy – he’s preparing to
meet new arrivals today,
A cloud with little children
on – all of them smiling –
for a brand new day.

This cloud is a magic cloud –
and it flies through the
On it’s way to heaven – 
all on board don’t cry.

They are going to their 
new home – were they’ll 
be free to roam –
But they will be able to see
their parents – in their own
sweet home.

The cloud is so comfy – 
no pain is felt at all,
Once they get to their
destination – we will hear
their call?

Their arms are waving as
they all do celebrate – 
they don’t want to be late,
They’re getting so excited –
but they need to wait?

As they approach the pearly
gates – Good God is then
‘That a very special person is
following behind, the cloud,
they all must hold?’

Just then, as they approach
the gates – a man stands all
in white,
“I welcome you to my BIG
home – an absolute delight!”

God stood by the gates – 
and he welcomed all the 
“We have a special guest for
you – he’s sitting in the

The children first queue up –
in a line to collect their wings –
And they start flying around
heaven - as God starts to sing.

But the visitor is brought in –
and the children do sit close,
And when they see this magic
figure – in the shape of Santa

Santa has gifts for all – as the
children smile with glee,
And God directs Santa to his
chair – right beside the tree.

So there really is a Santa
Claus – as these children
now have seen.
To the Pakistani Children –
good old Santa – he has

As Santa waves goodbye,
to God and the angelic
children –
Back here – down on earth –
they’ll ever be forgotten.

They’ve met their mystery
idol – and now they are all
happy –
Thanks to Good God – and
Santa – a cheery fatty!

The children are now in their
heaven – and better things
will come to pass –
When they look down upon
the earth – and wish us all a
Merry Christmas.        

Please don’t weep for us – 
for we are in heaven now;
“And God has given us our
wings – and now we all do 

We wish you peace and
happiness, and good  
tidings from heaven above,
And those Pakistani Children
 – are now happy in heaven,
with God’s holy love.

Their parents sense their
children – are happy as
can be –
For they are settled in their
new home – which their
parents now do see.   

May God bless truly every
one, at this special time of
year –
And what’s that noise we all
now hear?
It’s those Pakistani Children –
they shout a great big cheer!

Merry Christmas they do
shout – and may peace rule
the earth –
And may love take preference
upon a new rebirth.
Now their little souls have
found peace in their new
‘And from now on – and all
eternity – in heaven, they
will forever roam.’   


Copyright © Darryl Ashton

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Here and in Heaven

Here and in Heaven

Wherever on earth we happened to go
Hills and woods were all so full of snow
Much happiness we found in many places
Smiles on faces came from God's graces.

In our silent soul and spirit, God was in
Each day returned and came again and again
Plenty of food was found on our each plate
How good God is and also always great.

Thanked God for the things that He did
For me even when I was still just a kid
And under Christmas tree was sure to see
All the presents which were meant for me.

I thanked God and how glad I now was
And know it must have been because 
He had put me on earth and now I know
Here and in heaven, He loves me so.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Soldier

For: Regina Riddle

Copyright © James Horn

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What If Christmas Never Came

 UNSUPPORTED CODE What If…   Christmas Never Came???

What if Christmas never happened?  
What if Christmas never came?
Things around here would be different! 
It wouldn’t be the same!

What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger?
Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger!

If the baby Jesus wasn’t born.  There would be no nativity.
We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.”

It’s almost like this now! 
 It’s an “ever increasing business.”
It seems like nearly everyone wants
  “Christ out of Christmas!”

Why does it seem like Christmas is 
 losing it’s true meaning?
The very words; “Merry Christmas,” 
seem to be quickly disappearing!

Many say; “Happy Holiday.”  
They worry they may “offend.”
Having a “holiday” without Christ….  
Once again!

We need to put Jesus Christ back into 
our CHRISTmas season!
He is what Christmas is about!  HE is the very reason!

May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth.
May there be shouts of JOY!  From the corners of the earth!

Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration!
We need him so much right now! 
 All over this great nation!

May we bring to him a heart of love
 for everything he’s done.
As we bring honor to Christ.  God’s precious son!

May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise!
Not only at Christmas time…  But all of our days!

By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton

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Sovereign spirits brings mystical skies
 Calmat labyrinth gifts from mother earth
 Unrealizable equations of angels quest
 Monarchs of each canyon in the soul
Thrilling plight enduring symbols offerings
 Exploring as the master of the sky
 Presence of a testament of inspirations
 Apparitions often shall reappear, Brighter blessings
Chasm comes alive,suddenly awakens lifecycle
 Mortals truths brings each heavens realm
 A parallels of time reflects the veil
 Precision of each souls clock

Copyright © Deborah shepard

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that  day it came down
it was the on ground
you could hear wet sound
there was no brids to feed

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr

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The Greatest Christmas Present

The greatest Christmas present came down from far away,
Was laid there in a manger upon a bed of hay.
Not wrapped with fancy ribbons, in paper or in bows,
But with some strips of linen that they call swaddling clothes.
There weren’t a lot of people to see it on that night,
And it wasn’t that unusual, but such a simple sight.
You see, it was a baby, born there in Bethlehem,
With nowhere else to lay it—the blessed Son of Men.
The parents were not wealthy, just plain in every way,
But oh, the child that lay there upon that bed of hay!
This child had come from heaven through special virgin birth,
Had come to save His people here in this sinful earth.
Some shepherds heard the message from angels in the sky
Who sang in a great chorus of this child from on high.
If you could just imagine the home this child had lived
Before He left His Father, this present now to give,
You’d wonder why He did it, why such a sacrifice,
To come to save lost sinners, on Calvary give His life,
Would you say as I now do it:  “This is a present great,
I think I will now open this present and not wait”?
For look beyond that manger; a tree there now you’ll see,
Not decorated fancy, but placed on Calvary,
Its branches hold His arms there, its frame is soaked with red;
The blood flowed from His body as there He hung and bled.
Yes, the greatest Christmas present was God’s eternal love
Wrapped in this precious body that came down from above.
He took the wrath and anguish that we deserve today,
The hell we should have gone to to suffer there for aye.
And all because He loved us!  My, what a present there!
The GREATEST Christmas present with you I gladly share.
Will you come now receiving this gift so great and free
That God sent down that morning from heaven for you and me?
Will you trust His forgiveness from all your sin and shame?
Oh, open now this present!  And call upon His name!

Copyright © Clarence Billheimer

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Child of Heaven

You gaze at me with 
Child’s eyes, yet I wonder
At all you have seen
Before you came here.
I sing you to sleep
But I know it’s nothing
Like the music you knew.
The meager bread and milk
Does not compare to
The glorious feasts you
Must have had before.
Nothing have I to
Offer that was not yours;
And when you wrap your
Hand around my finger,
I’m overwhelmed with humility.

Copyright © Karlin K. Jensen

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My Name

My name may not be special, and it may be very plain,
It may be John or Mary, it may be Mike or Jane.
But I know a name that’s sweeter than any name on earth,
And this is that great season we celebrate His birth.
One day a special angel named Gabriel came to say
Unto a virgin woman, “You’ll have a son some day,
And you will call Him Jesus, for He will come this way
To save all of His people from sin and sad dismay.”
That night there in a stable this precious child was born,
And now we celebrate it on every Christmas morn.
His name is far more precious than any name before
For unto you was born then the Savior, Christ, the Lord.
One day He died on Calvary His blood to shed for me,
To give mankind salvation abundant and so free.
I bowed in prayer to trust Him, forgive me from my sin,
He wrote my name in heaven, a new life did begin.
So now this Savior Jesus is the sweetest name I know,
He knows my name in heaven where some day I will go.
If YOU don’t know this Savior, He calls from heaven above,
“Trust My name for salvation, receive My gift of love.”
And when you do, He’ll give you eternal life so free,
And write YOUR name in heaven, forever there to be!

Written for our children's Christmas program at church, 2011

Copyright © Clarence Billheimer

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Does Heaven Have Christmas

With Christmas day almost here 
I wondered do the angels share this time of year
Do they hang Christmas lights
To make heavens Christmas bright
Are all the stars that i see 
Twinkling lights from their Christmas tree
Is their gift a fallen feather with the ends painted gold 
Or are they all sewn together making a quilt for the cold
Do they have garland made from twigs and berries
Or shortbread cookies topped with a cherry
Are the stockings made from fluffy white feathers 
Do you sing in twos or gather together

Copyright © colleen laforme

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My Savior My Lord

                                        My Savior my Lord 
on Christmas day
my savior was born
under the star of Bethlehem
in a manger 
so long long ago
baby Jesus lying there
in swaddling clothes 
as three Kings present their gifts
shepherds kneeling on the ground
Angles flying all around 
declaring a new King of Kings was born

to bring the good word 
of heaven above
blessed be my lord and savior
born on Christmas day
who loves me more then I can say

Dennis Davis 12/2/14

Copyright © Dennis Davis

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The Sound of Christmas

Some years ago there was a man in heaven and he gave gifts unto men,
I listen to the sound of Christmas all around me,
Glistening snow reminds me of loved ones in heave,
My daughter sings of silent nights alone with God,
There is no sacrifice great enough to thank him for his submission,

Sometimes we must stand alone, because that is what he asks of us,
But we are never alone,
The sound of Christmas envelopes us and says, “I see you.”
It whispers to us, “I love you.”
It caresses us with my daughter’s winter chilled cheeks,

Some years ago, there was a man in heaven and he gave gifts unto men,
And these tears I cry, are not tears of sorrow, or merely joy, but a sound.
A ringing of gratitude, that gently chimes with the gracious bells of salvation army reps.
A ringing of brotherhood, throughout the stores and slushy streets.

Yes, it’s true there is much sorrow in this world.
There is much pain,
There is much darkness,
Yes, there is much for us to learn,
And this sound, this wondrous coo of an incarnate God who loved me enough to sell his soul
on my behalf.
Who loved me enough to sell himself to sorrow.
There is no better melody.
I am enraptured by flowing snow that tell me sister that she is entwined in a beautiful
My father in law shot himself, but the coo of my incarnate Krishna, of my child Savior
whispers to me that he is at peace.

There is much sorrow to this world,
And my soul is often heavy,
And there is this sound, this sound of brotherhood that assures me, that my sister will
stop cutting herself and men will live in harmony.

This sound of Chrismas.

I tell you there is no greater glory than to know that he chose us,
He chose us for this moment, to know that Christmas is risen,
And it gives gifts unto men,
With the sound of a babies coo,
And a man’s sacrifice.

Copyright © Woodrow Lucas

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Do They Celebrate Christmas In Heaven?

Do they celebrate Christmas in Heaven?
What a glorious sound it would be
if all of the angels were singing,
gathered round a big evergreen tree.

Will you have some children to read to
like those wonderful yuletides of old?
Will you be chosen to tell them
the story you happily told?

Another Christmas without you,
I'm missing you still, my dear son,
but if they have Christmas in Heaven
then perhaps you will not miss the fun.

I know that God must have noticed
how you like to spread Christmas joy
and perhaps he will let you play Santa
to a small angel girl or boy.

I can see those small cherubs jostling
to be invited to sit on your knee,
while you tell the old beloved story
of how Christmas Eve came to be.

By: Joyce

Copyright © Joyce Johnson

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Who's Gonna Bake the Christmas Pie

He was six years old at his dying mother's side.
Only when she slept he broke down and cried.
He had to hide his fears of what was to be.
How scared he was, mama didn't need to see.

Mama had been sick going on three years now.
She knew she must help him make it through some how.
With her strength fading she called him to her side.
"If life is a carnival son, I'm at my last ride."

"I have something to tell you, to remember for all times."
"You are all each other will have in the coming hard times."
"Just hold each other close and remember my love for you."
"It will help to ease the pain, it will help to see you through."

The day came when his Mama had to go.
He had so many questions, so much he wanted to know.
"Why did Mama have to die?"  "Who's gonna bake the Christmas pie?"
"Who will comfort me when I cry?"  "Are you gonna die?"

I squatted down in front of him a tear in my eye.
"An unfortunate part of life, son, is each of us will die."
He'd caught me off guard, I didn't know what to say.
I hoped he understood.  I hoped... and I prayed.

I took him in my arms and held him oh so tight.
I told him that I loved him and that everything would be all right.
"Mama's in heaven now she's looking down on you and me." 
"She's with us in our hearts where forever she will be."

"She sees you when you're crying she sees you when you're playing."
"She knows what you're thinking she knows what you're saying."
"She sees into your heart and knows how much you love her."
"So let's have happy thoughts of Mama and the time we had together."

The days have turned to weeks, the weeks to months and years.
Our thoughts of Mama are happy, they hold away the fears.
She still fills our hearts with memories.  Memories of her love.
Memories of Mama sent down from heaven above.

Copyright © larry johnson

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Merry Christmas to Heaven

As we gather around at this time of the year
It makes us wish even more that you were here
We will never grow accustom to life without you
We know that you are peaceful now
Walking streets of gold
Holding hands with the angels
And never growing old
That doesn’t change the void we feel
Opening up the presents
And sitting down for a meal
With each light on the tree that twinkles
We feel that you are close
Wishing we had the time to say that we loved you the most
Now we will share each moment in memory of you
Merry Christmas to Heaven
Merry Christmas to You

Copyright © Mary Elizabeth LeGrone-Taylor

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you are the best
you pass all test
mother your my guild
glad have you at my side
your like no

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr

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theyer up high
in the heavenly sky
 looking down
they came from every town
the kings of all
singing dance off the wall
have a ball
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