Christmas Tree Over Dresden
Feb 14,1945 Dresden Germany
In their un-loving light, to stop a heart,
descending in the night, revealing all,
fortelling all to come, right from the start,
the soul of man did make its deathly call;
and dressed in light, a city stripped so clean,
their Valentine, to pray now is too late--
an ending not conceived--nor ever seen,
is close at hand, and in the hands of fate!
Warm in the night, a child could see the glow
of all the light, and see a Christmas tree;
just falling from the night, and then to show
that what we see's not really what we see;
Exploding in the night, death makes its call;
brought on by wrong and right, but butchers all.
Oh sweet little Christingle girl
Your daddy is so very far away
“Bring my daddy safely home”
These are the words you pray
Oh sweet little Christingle girl
Daddy is away at the war
“Bring my daddy safely home
Bring him safely to our door”
Oh sweet little Christingle girl
How she misses daddy far away
How sad she is, he won’t be home
To be with them on Christmas day
At Sunday school she made a christingle
She took an orange to represent the world.
And to symbolize the blood Christ shed
She took the red ribbon from her curls
Then she decorated four tooth picks
With fruits and sweets and marshmallows
These she placed in the four corners
To represented all the earthly souls
Then finally in the centre of the orange
She stood a single candle of purest white
And when lit, the candle represented
The world filled with Christ’s loving light
The sweet little Christingle girl
Took it home with her that day
And stood it in the window
So daddy would find his way
And the sweet little Christingle girl
With her daddy so very far away
Knew that when he did come home
That would be their Christmas day