Tis the eve of a day, that we celebrate a birth,
Of a child that would forever change the face of earth.
Who healed the sick, the dead He raised,
The blind man saw, His countenace to gaze.
Then kneeling in Gethsemane, His unconditional love for me.
And beacons now to each soul divine, "My precious child, you are mine."
Of a child that would forever change the face of earth.
Who healed the sick, the dead He raised,
The blind man saw, His countenace to gaze.
Then kneeling in Gethsemane, His unconditional love for me.
And beacons now to each soul divine, "My precious child, you are mine."
His arm wrapped around a heavy heart, a soul to mend, His love impart,
Though imperfect that my gift may be, My wish for you: the Love he gives to me.
The Reason for the Season
"Grownup Christmas List" - Amy Grant
"My Wish" - Rascal Flatts
Merry Christmas!
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