To leave us here on Christmas Day
With broken hearts and wondering why…
Of all the times to go away,
Of all the days to bid goodbye.
Our grieving souls are deep in pain,
So blinded by these endless tears.
If only you could come again,
If only you could join us here.
But “is” it such an awful thing
For “him” who must depart,
To see, firsthand, the angels sing
Their carols on such holy harps?
For surely at this time of year,
A wreath is hung with care
On Heaven’s door to beckon near
Those whose journey takes them There.
And maybe just inside its Gates
There stands so great a tree-
And perched within its branches wait
Snow-white doves for all to see.
Atop its leaves are silver bells
That never cease to ring-
They have a message for to tell
And this they seem to sing.
And there upon its highest limb
There stands a brilliant star-
The one that shone o’er Bethlehem
To guide those from afar.
But Here it shines forevermore,
And still to mark the Place
Where we can go to yet adore
The One who dwells in Awe and Grace.
Perhaps inside- such brilliant lights
Do surely deck the halls
To reassure there is no night
While spreading warmth to all.
And there sits He whose birthday is
Remembered o’er the earth;
And Here such joy it seems is His
While all recall His Holy birth.
For surely Heaven celebrates
In a way we’ve never seen-
Such rejoicing inside its Gates
Is more than we could dream.
For such an honor it must be
To be called to pass that Way-
A chosen one, and thus to see
Heaven’s joy on Christmas Day.