When I think of Christmas, I think of a birth.
All glory from heaven shining on earth.
A babe in a manger to rule as our King.
A Savior among us, Salvation He brings.
When I think of Christmas, my heart wants to sing.
Redeemer from heaven, all praise to the King.
He reins from on high, His judgments are just;
Bringing forth God’s mercy and grace to us.
When I think of Christmas, I think of a night.
Most precious and holy, pure in God’s sight.
A Son that is born; a gift that is given.
When I think of Christmas, I think of Heaven.
When I think of Christmas, my heart yearns for home
A mansion in Heaven for my very own
Streets that are made from purest of gold
A Book written by God and a love story told.
Copyright ©2009 Dawn K. Smith
December 2, 2009
