Resurrecting Christmas
Oh listen people to my story
And a tale of Christmas glory
It happened in a quiet town
And this is how it all went down
A Stranger who was passing through
With piercing eyes of azure blue
Had met a man who'd reached the end
His broken heart that wouldn't mend
This Stranger who was meek and mild
Found out the man lost wife and child
The things he cherished most on Earth
Both died while wife was giving birth
A man the town had known so well
Was left here now an empty shell
So every day the man was prone
Sat on a park bench all alone
The Stranger took him by the hand
And told the man what he had planned
Your wife and child I vow to save
And resurrect them from the grave
So wipe the tears right from your eyes
And witness glory from the skies
Then with the coming of the night
Their graves were washed with blinding light
The Stranger bowed his head in prayer
With the sound of choirs in the air
This broken man was so beguiled
When both wife and child rose and smiled
In awe the man fell before them
This miracle that stood before him
The tears of joy streamed down his face
And thanked the Stranger for his grace
Then as they heard an Angel cry
The Stranger lifted to the sky
This family well and on their way
Was back together Christmas day
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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