Oh, Christmas: the aroma of turkey baking in the oven . . . the sounds of children singing Christmas carols . . . the memories of Grandpa telling stories about “when I was a boy.”
Sometimes it seems that December 25 is an enchanted day when the world stands still. It’s packed with countless expectations and dreams — all tied in red and green bows and tucked under Christmas trees . . .
But for many, the holidays can be a season of deep loneliness and sorrow. Missing packages and empty chairs make no secret that life has changed.
Most of us realize that it is normal for those in mourning to feel great sadness and grief during the holidays. And we know that God can work through us to give the broken hearted encouragement and companionship. But if you are like us, you have asked yourself, “How can I give hope to the grieving during the holidays?”
We wish to encourage you with this poem.
FIRST CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN
I see the countless Christmas trees
around the world below
With tiny lights, like Heaven’s stars,
reflecting on the snow.
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The sight is so spectacular,
please wipe away the tears
For I am spending Christmas with
Jesus Christ this year.
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I hear the many Christmas songs,
that people hold so dear
But the sounds of the music can’t compare
with the Christmas choir up here.
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I have no words to tell you,
the joy their voices bring.
For it is beyond description
To hear the angels sing.
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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.
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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.
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I sent you each special gift,
from my heavenly home above.
I sent you each a memory
of my undying love.
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After all, “love” is a gift more precious
than pure gold.
It was always more important
in the stories Jesus told.
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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.
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So have a Merry Christmas
and wipe away the tears.
Remember I’m spending Christmas
with Jesus Christ this year.
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by Wanda Benke
The story behind the poem . . .
Lysandra Kay Bencke was was my thirteen year old handicapped daughter.
On Christmas day 1997, Lysandra had a seizure and was in a coma for five days before she died. During those five days, I wrote the poem “Christmas In Heaven”. I sent it out in belated Christmas cards to friends and relatives that year. They also sent it on to other friends and relatives, thus, how the poem and the story behind it has seen some changes.
May each of our church family at Deer Creek Campers’ Church enjoy a blessed and safe Christmas.
Thank you to each and everyone who has come to our morning service, hymn sing and bible study. All of you who have shared your hearts, your smiles, your sorrows and your happiness, thank you for being a part of our life.
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