Why Must You Cry
Christmas is coming, the house must be cleaned..
You hope it will be, just like you dreamed.
The cookies to be baked, the toys to be wrapped..
The never-ending story, of the children as they nap.
Why must you cry, when the turkey isn't baked...
And the portobello mushrooms, are still across the lake..
While the classic Christmas carols, are sung by the choir...
The murmurs of your heart, lay heavy by the fire.
Loved ones have gone, to the One in the sky..
And many voices wonder, as they all sit and cry.
Once there were stories, of tales long ago..
Now
options are all set, like the seeds that you sow.
Oh Christmas, dear Christmas, I wish you might bring..
Barrels of good comfort and hopes with a ring.
While the sun may be setting, on this beautiful day..
I will bow with gratitude, to the Lord as I pray.
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