Ignite the light in a sky of black When the void surrounds us Circumstantial disadvantages Night lies when it speaks of hopelessness Mercy at dawn, born a peace treaty Life given to be laid down From unseen riches partaking of a beggars crown I've no words for glory but to behold Ransom from the cradle to save my broken soul
Can I hear Your heart behind the words? Sacred letters made to post card marketing Timeless the cryptic writing of everlasting truth Commercializing the consumer's Christ Traditional conveyor...
Joyous angels an entire night spent, singing with flutes they ceased to relent. Shepherds lowly pitch their dusty tent. A story indeed reminiscent of ageless advents when we all went to sing in churches in wintry Kent. In fright we gazed at Santa's beard length, in a speed sleigh drawn by the Elks' strength. We sought more fun for an extra cent. But after pleasure we did repent, speaking solemn words of a good gent: 'Oh, what a pleasant time in advent, to usher in the infant God sent.'
I want you to come around. I want you to ask me questions, ask my advice, tell me your worries, your dreams. I want you to share your life with me. Come over and laugh with me, or laugh at me. I don't care because hearing your laugh is music to me. Raid my fridge and eat all my chocolate, it's ok , I wouldn't want it any other way. I just want you to be healthy and happy. This is the only Christmas present I want.
Merry Christmas Babygirl and never forget how much I love you. Mama