Abundant Love
Tinseled hearts and alabaster dreams on silk pillows of yesterday
the scent of mother's hair and the vapors of a sweet cigarette.
An angel streams inside my memory like a ribbon of silver and gold,
reminding me that with every Christmas, there is hope, Hope...
Beneath the effervescent lights of the season,
Christ's spangled love is always present for those who believe.
Though the winds of change have come to enchant us these days,
with new fireside stories, its truly the fables of yesterday that hold
the truest. Like the ones mom and dad told us when we were just babes.
In a stable far away a Holy Child was born, wrapped in a gauzy light.
This child of Grace with His miraculous ways entered this world
many years ago. He gives us access to His father through His abundant
love for us, He is a symbolism of all that is true and good in our hearts.
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