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The First Christmas After
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Family His big brown eyes were glistening
with little-big-boy tears;
he was much too full of pain
for his young and tender years.
It’s Christmas time, he told me,
and my daddy's gone.
You told me Jesus loves me.
Why can't Jesus send him home?
I listened, my heart breaking
and I told him of the love
of yet another "Daddy,"
our Father up above.
I tried to make him understand,
his little heart to mend;
I told him of his Father's love
and that He was his friend.
Then, can I talk to Jesus?
Can he fix my broken toys?
Does he know how to fly a kite
and play ball with little boys?
With child-like trust he waited,
brown eyes awaiting truth.
“God told me that for now, Sport,
I can do those things for you.”
And off he ran to bring the toys
to me, for me to mend;
“thank you, God," I whispered
“for the voice you place within.”
