19 December 2016

The Road to Bethlehem - Ornaments

Merry Christmas Dear Reader,

I sit beside the tree with all my favorite ornaments on it as I write this.  There is a story to most of the ornaments.  I should probably collect them in writing before they elude me.  Each day a different one will catch my eye and I will remember why that ornament is precious to me.

The song I ponder today uses ornament as a metaphor for a lost daughter.  As one who has lost a daughter I understand the pain expressed in the prayer the father prays.  This is part of a suite in the Trans-Siberian Orchestra album Christmas Eve and Other Stories. 

When I listen to this piece it tugs at my heart for all my children and their needs.  I pray for the children of friends who are lost in some way.  I pray for former students who come to mind.  I also express gratitude for how safe my children are compared to some other situations.

And so we begin our suite with a father asking the Father to care for his child…

Then he reached for the song
And he held it in his hand
(It was something that he did
Because you see, angels can)

And he wondered to himself
"Is this the answer that I sought?"
But something was still missing
Or at least, so he still thought

And so he journeyed on
Through the midnight winter air
When all at once our angel
Felt the touch of a man's prayer

And looking once more to the Earth
To determine whence it came
He felt a million souls below
But one was not the same

For there he saw a man alone
Though he was walking in a crowd
And though this man had rarely prayed
Tonight his head was bowed

For even in a crowd, you see
A heart can feel alone
When the night is Christmas Eve
A child is not at home

So from a father to the Lord
A prayer did swiftly race
But the angel saw it first
And he listened to its case

Ornament – Trans-Siberian Orchestra

There is an ornament
Lost inside the night
There on a Christmas tree
With a thousand lights
No one can see her
She's standing all alone

Somewhere she glistens where no one can see
I don't believe I can say what had happened
All of those words that we put into play
No longer matter, I should have known that then
I just know you're far away

On this Christmas Day
On this Christmas Day
On this Christmas

Somewhere the wind
Carves moments in the snow
And if he sees her
He never lets it show
He just drifts behind her
Erasing every step

Tinsel and garland are whispered through trees
I don't believe I can say what had happened
All of those words that we put into play
No longer matter, I should have known that then
I just know you're far away

On this Christmas Day
On this Christmas Day
On this Christmas

Come Christmas, stay Christmas
Watch over her this day
Keep her, protect her
From harm now in every way
Shelter her gently
There in your arms she'll be
Until the day
When you bring her back home to me

There is an ornament lost inside the night

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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