After my siblings had left for other engagements today, with that familiar shade creeping back in the quiet of the afternoon, I decided to hide in my room for a nap and quiet brooding.
The Promise of Christmas – Adrian Plass
I suspect that those of you who do not find this time of year easy will appreciate the poem that follows. Promises are not always kept on this side of the grave. That is the way life is. God will always keep his promises, though, and when we do finally reach heaven, we will be amazed to find that the essence of all the innocent things that we loved most in this world are there. How could not that be so? He made them.
When I’m in heaven
Tell me there’ll be Christmases without the pain
No memories that will not fade
No chilled and sullen sense of loss
That can not face the festive flame
Nor breathe excitement from the ice-cream air
Tell me how the things that Christmas should have been
Will be there for eternity in one long shining dawn
For all of us to share
I love the promises of Christmas
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Heaven is a place where the best of the innocence of the joy of promises fulfilled will be there:
When I’m in heaven
Tell me there’ll be Christmases without the pain-YES
No memories that will not fade-YES
No chilled and sullen sense of loss
That can not face the festive flame
-Oh YES
Nor breathe excitement from the ice-cream air - and the sense of comfort from chocolate tasting Baskin and Robin's icecream scoops
Tell me how the things that Christmas should have been
Will be there for eternity in one long shining dawn
For all of us to share
I love the promises of Christmas
- I'll tell of a child who came and became a man who died and rose and lives in those who are child-like still believing in the promises of christmas - thanks Liz
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