Psalm 34: 2 My soul shall make her boast in the LORD: the humble shall hear thereof, and be glad.
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Lonely Christmas?
Where are you Christmas?
My heart is hanging low.
Like a tattered worn out ribbon;
a frayed old crumpled bow.
Tinsel has lost its luster;
lights have all drawn dim.
I cradle my lonely Christmas.
My tree I just won't trim.
Where do you hide, my Christmas,
this joyous festive season.
Shine your light upon me,
give my life a reason.
Swaggers all set astride,
ready for the day
while all alone I sit and cry,
for love to come my way.
Underneath the velvet stars;
the cratered moon so high.
I wonder what the sheer night holds.
I scan the open sky.
Where is my treasured Christmas,
a Rockwell theme of yore;
family gathered all around,
glistening lights galore.
Want and greed have sold you out,
your nothing but a show.
No longer lighting up my life,
my Christmas holds no glow.
Where are you Christmas?
My heart is hanging low.
Like a tattered worn out ribbon;
a frayed old crumpled bow.
Tinsel has lost its luster;
lights have all drawn dim.
I cradle my lonely Christmas.
My tree I just won't trim.
Where do you hide, my Christmas,
this joyous festive season.
Shine your light upon me,
give my life a reason.
Swaggers all set astride,
ready for the day
while all alone I sit and cry,
for love to come my way.
Underneath the velvet stars;
the cratered moon so high.
I wonder what the sheer night holds.
I scan the open sky.
Where is my treasured Christmas,
a Rockwell theme of yore;
family gathered all around,
glistening lights galore.
Want and greed have sold you out,
your nothing but a show.
No longer lighting up my life,
my Christmas holds no glow.
