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One Christmas Eve some time ago, God looked down on me; He shook His head, And then He said, "What sadness do I see?"
"This day was made to celebrate The Christ Lord Jesus' birth; Such grief you show, Oh, don't you know ... This was the greatest day on earth!"
"Oh, Father God," I answered back, "Amidst my falling tears; Within my home, I'm so alone, Not another person here."
"So many have gone home to You ... Family, friends, and all; Each one is gone, They've all moved on, They left at your beck and call."
"You took them, Father, back with You, I do not understand; Why leave me here, With no one near, When I, too, reached for Your hand?"
"Why not take me, like the rest? I'm old and tired, too; I can not guess, What could be left ... I've nothing more to do."
The smile God had upon His face, I think then disappeared; Upon His brow, Some sorrow now, He said, "Dear child, listen here."
"It's time that you forget yourself, And think of other souls; Your job's not done, You may not come, 'Til you've met other goals."
"You say your body's weak and frail, And age renders you immobile; You still can pray, In many ways, And still can hold your Bible."
"You're sorely needed yet to tell, The story of My Son; Help spread My Word, Just as you've heard, Speak out; tell everyone!"
"This is a most wondrous time," He added then, and smiled; "It's Christmas Day! My Son's Birthday! Oh, Merry Christmas, precious child!"
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