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I'm Spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this Year

  • Writer: David Dendy
    David Dendy
  • Dec 14, 2015
  • 2 min read
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I have a number of friends who will be spending this Christmas without the physical presence of a loved one. The loss of a loved one over the last year is magnified during the special holiday season. For my dear friends who find themselves in this position, I offer you my heartfelt prayers of peace, comfort and joyful remembrances of the one you loved so much, who in turn loved you just as much... I came across this poem today at a funeral for a colleague of mine... "I'm Spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this Year" by Wanda Becker I see with countless Christmas trees around the world below,With tiny lights like heaven's stars reflecting in the snow.The sight is so spectacular please wipe away that tear,For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dearBut that sound of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here.I have no words to tell you of the joy their voices bringFor it is beyond description to hear the angels sing.I can't tell you of the splendor or the peace here in this placeCan you just imagine Christmas with our Savior face to face?I'll ask him to lift your spirits as I tell him of your loveSo then pray for one another as you lift your eyes above.Please let your hearts be joyful and let your spirit singFor I am spending Christmas in heavenand I'm walking with the King. Merry Christmas to you dear friends... May the anticipation, the waiting and the joy of the coming of the newborn King fill your hearts to overflowing. Grace and peace, Laugh often and Fear not! David!  

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