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In
myriads of lacy
formations
Little
crystals are revealed
As
the sun shines through
Frosted
window panes
Covered
with frozen dew.
Then,
I think I hear a
whisper...
The
sun shines warmer
Steam
rises from wood
fences
From
roof tops and meadows
Memories
from childhood
Begin
to flood my soul.
I
think I hear a whisper...
Wrapping
paper and bows
Catch
a glimmer of morning
sun
Thoughts
of surprises for
those I love
Something
special for each
one.
There
it is again, that
whisper...
As carols play
while cookies bake
Thoughts
of Christmases long
ago
Play
over in my mind
once more
Blending
together in a delightful
mix.
And
that whisper is
louder...
Do
Not forget the Greatest
Gift of All!
Jesus,
given as the sacrifice
for our sins
That
we might have the
wondrous gift,
Eternal
life as children
of the living God.
Holy
whispers that soothe
heart and soul...
The
whispers of Christmas
all around
Speak
of gifts we give
as symbols of love
And
of the greatest
gift ever given.
Where
Jesus is, love does
abound.
Listen
for the whispers
of Christmas shhhh...
Embrace
our elder brother,
Jesus,
The
gift of God.
Give
your gifts as symbols
of His Love.
God
bless everyone.
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2002
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