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.
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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