One of my favorite contemporary Christmas musicals is the
show performed by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra.
Of the several albums that have evolved from this my favorite is
Christmas Eve and Other Stories. The
tale it tells is a beautiful one of and angel sent to see what mankind has done
with the gift of Christ.
One of the story lines in the music is that of a runaway
girl. The father is praying a lamenting his
part in the problem and the song Ornament is that prayer. Reading these lyrics puts me in mind of all
of those who are alone and afraid. This
is a beautiful and dangerous world.
I have had friends who have fled to the streets rather than
remain in homes. For some the streets
were safer but that does not minimize the danger. As I walk among the people shopping, praying,
and singing I remember those who have run away and those who have been left
behind. For some the problems are not insurmountable.
The angel catches the prayer and this is his response: He follows it to the girl. Perhaps you and I can give hope to these
individuals. But that is tomorrow’s
song.
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
POSTLUDE:
After he had heard the
prayer
The angel gently set
it free
And followed it to the
father's child
In a far away city
And there the girl in
desperation
Was searching through
the sky
For a star that she
could wish upon
But stars were in
short supply
And the only light
that she could see
There shining all
alone
Was a neon sign on an
old bar
And so on this,
she wished she was home
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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