Hope of Heaven

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Hope of Heaven

© Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved

 

Silent night . . . holy night . . .

The kingly head that was crowned with thorns

Once lay in a manger, sleeping,

Tenderly caressed by His mother, Mary.

 

O Come Emmanuel . . .

The hands that were cruelly nailed to the cross

Once healed thousands by His gentle touch,

Mercifully bestowed through His Father.

 

Amazing grace . . . how sweet the sound . . .

Those feet so harshly hammered to the wood

Once walked the sands of time for 33 years,

Presenting the hope of heaven

…to all mankind.

 

Just as I am . . . without one plea . . .

Oh Lamb of God, I come

I come!

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