Twas long ago and far away
a tiny babe was born
and with the gifts He brought with Him
came a love never known.
How I wish I could have been there
to hold His tiny hand,
and have this child bless me
so I might understand.
On the streets of Galilee
the babe grew to a man.
He taught mankind the truth's He knew,
so thy might understand.
How I wish I could have been there
He may have held my hand
and when life hurt He'd wipe my tears
then help me understand.
Yet mocked and scorned by many
He then was crucified ...
He suffered in Gethsemane
before He hung and died.
How I wish I could have been there
to make nay Sayers see
that He is the King of Kings
a gift of love to you and me.
I didn't need to be there,
it's He who is with me ...
through faith and hope I hear His voice
helping me to understand.
May the true meaning of the season fill your hearts and homes with His Love!
2 comments:
thanks for sharing your talent...
I never told you how much I loved your poem. Also, I'm sorry about your job interview....that's terrible! I've been praying for you. I hope something turns up soon!
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