My Dad was always there for me
Trips to Warley Woods
Kicking through the leaves in the autumn
Saturdays at Nanny’s
A night time rendition of Edelweiss
Never a cross word
Always ready to play.
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Do you know Me?
I have been calling your name
In the night
Longing to draw you close
Do you hear Me?
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Another year rolls by,
I still miss you.
You left too soon.
My earliest memories contain you.
Your smiling face
Your gentle voice
Your loving heart.
You taught me to love…
Books, knitting, Jesus and you.
What does Christmas mean to you? Parties and presents? Sleigh bells and Santa? Festivities and food? Children waiting excitedly. Mum and Dad frantically preparing, preparing for the day when everything must be perfect. So much to do. So much pressure. No time to pause.
Let me take you back – back to that first Christmas. An uncomplicated affair. A young man and his heavily pregnant wife searching for a bed. No room at the inn. A bed amongst the animals. The Baby born in a lowly stable. No fuss. Amid the smell and noise of the animals, the King was ushered into the world.
This Baby – born with His eyes on Calvary. For you. For me.
Do you see Him?