Christmas in Heaven
I see the countless Christmas trees,
Around the world below,
With tiny lights like heavens stars,
Reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular,
Please wipe away your tears,
For I am spending Christmas with
With Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs,
That people hold so dear,
But the sounds of music can’t compare,
With the Christmas choir here.
I have not words to tell you,
The joy their voices bring,
It’s far beyond description,
To hear the angels sing.
I know how you miss me,
I see the pain within your heart,
But I am not so far away.
We really aren’t apart.
So be happy for me loved ones.
You know I hold you dear,
And be glad for I am spending Christmas
With Jesus Christ this year.
I send you each a memory,
Of my un-denying love.
After all, “Love” is the gift
More precious than pure gold.
It was always most important
In the stories Jesus told.
Please love and keep each other,
Like my Father said to do.
For I can’t count the blessings
Or the love He has for you.
So have a Merry Christmas
And wipe away your tears.
For I am spending Christmas with
Jesus Christ this year.
Our Father knows what’s best for us,
So why should we complain–
We always want the sunshine,
But He knows there must be rain– We love the sound of laughter
And the merriment of cheer,
But our hearts would lose their tenderness
If we never shed a tear… Our Father tests us often
With suffering and with sorrow,
He tests us, not to punish us,
But to help us meet Tomorrow… For growing trees are strengthened
When they withstand the storm,
And the sharp cut of the chisel
Gives the marble grace and form… God never hurts us needlessly,
And He never wastes our pain,
For every loss He sends to us
Is followed by rich gain… And when we count the blessings
That God has so freely sent,
We will find no cause for murmuring
And not time to lament For Our Father loves His children,
And to Him all things are plain,
So He never sends us Pleasures
When the Soul’s Deep Need is Pain… So whenever we are troubled,
And when everything goes wrong,
It is just God working in us
To make Our Spirit Strong. Helen Steiner Rice
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some strange prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, “What have we here?”
Those prints are large and round and neat,
“But Lord, they are too big for feet.”
“My child,” He said in somber tones,
“For miles I carried you along.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait.”
“You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know,
So I got tired, I got fed up,
And there I dropped you on your bum.”
“Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must fight, and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their bum prints in the sand.”
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Among the great and glorious gifts
Our Heavenly Father sends
Is the Gift of Understanding,
That we find in loving friends, For in this world of trouble
That is filled with anxious care
Everybody needs a friend
In whom they’re free to share The little secret heartaches
That lay heavy on their mind,
Not just a mere acquaintance
But someone who’s “Just Our Kind”—
For, somehow, in the generous heart Of loving, faithful friends
The good God in His charity
And wisdom always sends
A sense of understanding
And the power of perception
And mixes these fine qualities With kindness and affection
So when we need some sympathy
Or a friendly hand to touch,
Or an ear that listens tenderly
And speaks words that mean so much, We seek our true and trusted friend
In the knowledge that we’ll find
A heart that’s sympathetic
And an understanding mind… And often just without a word
There seems to be a union
Of thoughts and kindred feelings For GOD gives TRUE FRIENDS communion.
Helen Steiner Rice
What GREAT News!! My husband and I are going to have three new grand-babiesin 2009, Wow, it doesn’t get better than that. We love the three we already have, three more will be all the better. I just wanted to share a sweet poem to give to expecting parents.
Which Shall It Be?
Some folks pray for a boy,
and some for a golden-haired little girl to come.
Some claim that there’s more joy
Wrapped in the smile of a little boy,
While others pretend that the silky curls
And the plump, pink cheeks of a little girl,
Brings more bliss to the old home place
Than a small boy’s wiggly, little freckled face.
Now, which is better? I couldn’t say!
If the Lord should ask me to choose today.
If He should put in a call to me
And say, “Now, what shall your order be– A boy or a girl–I have both in store.
Which of the two are you waiting for?”
I’d say with one of my broadest grins,
“Send either one, if it can’t be twins!”
I’ve heard it said, to some folks’ shame,
That they’d cried with grief when a small boy came,
For they wanted a girl.
And some folks I know who wanted a boy,
Went on so when a girl was sent.
But it seems to me that mothers and fathers should happy be
To think that when the stork has come and gone,
That the Lord would trust them with either one.
A boy or a girl–there can be no choice–
There’s something lovely in either voice!
And all that I ask of the Lord to do
Is see that the mother comes safely through,
And guard the baby and have it well,
with a perfect form and a healthy yell,
And a pair of eyes and lock of hair, Then boy or girl, its dad won’t care.
-Edgar A. Quest-
Christmas in Heaven
He’s the Saviour of the World
