MY FIRST CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN
I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below,
With tiny light, like heaven's star, reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away the tear,
For I am spending Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs, that people hold so dear,
But the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas Choir up here.
I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring.
For it is beyond description, to hear the angels sing.
I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart,
But I am not so far away, we really aren't apart.
So be happy for me dear ones, you know I hold you dear.
And be glad I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I sent you each a special gift, from my heavenly home above,
I sent you each a memory, of my undying love.
After all, love is a gift more precious than pure gold.
It was always most important, in the stories Jesus told.
Please love and keep each other, as my father said to do.
For I can't count the blessings or love, he has for each of you.
So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear.
Remember, I am spending Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year.
Written by Ben
I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below,
With tiny light, like heaven's star, reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away the tear,
For I am spending Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs, that people hold so dear,
But the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas Choir up here.
I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring.
For it is beyond description, to hear the angels sing.
I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart,
But I am not so far away, we really aren't apart.
So be happy for me dear ones, you know I hold you dear.
And be glad I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I sent you each a special gift, from my heavenly home above,
I sent you each a memory, of my undying love.
After all, love is a gift more precious than pure gold.
It was always most important, in the stories Jesus told.
Please love and keep each other, as my father said to do.
For I can't count the blessings or love, he has for each of you.
So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear.
Remember, I am spending Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year.
Written by Ben