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Something Wonderful: If you’re missing someone this Christmas this song’s dedicated to you

I’m not going to lie.
Christmas really hurts this time
Cause you’re not here to celebrate with me.
Tears fill my eyes.
And memories flood my mind,
As I place your ornament upon our tree.
Although this year I have a broken heart,
It gives me hope and joy as I remember where you are.

Chorus:
You’re with the Son of God.
You’re with the Prince of Peace.
You’re with the one we’re celebrating
And that thought amazes me.
Sometimes I still break down,
Grieving that we’re apart,
But the sweetest gift is knowing where you are.
You’re with the Son of God.

Got your picture in a frame
And a stocking with your name.
Oh God knows it’s been hard letting go.
And I can’t bring you back,
But I’ll see you again.
And oh, that thought is healing to my soul.
I’ll miss making angels with you in the snow.
I guess instead you will be singing with them
All around God’s throne.

Chorus

And I know the Christmas season
Was your favorite time of year.
You loved to help us decorate our tree.
But now that you’re with Jesus,
I can’t imagine how you feel
Cause He’s the one who bled and died
Upon the tree for you and me.

You’re with the Son of God.
You’re with the Prince of Peace.
You’re with the one we’re celebrating
And that thought amazes me.
Sometimes I still break down,
Grieving that we’re apart,
But the sweetest gift is knowing where you are.
You’re with the Son of God.

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  • Howard Nelson December 24, 2017, 11:36 AM

    The gift is offered
    The gift is taken
    The gift is love
    None are forsaken.
    The gift-giver’s never mistaken.

    Think of love as an endless circle
    All within, none without.
    Like on a necklace, we all are strung
    Glowing, gleaming, weeping, laughing, loving,
    That’s what life’s all about.

  • Callmelennie December 25, 2017, 9:52 AM

    Lost my mother, Christmas Eve of 2015. It certainly cast a pall over the holidays, but it’s not even in the same ballpark as losing a daughter. Not even in the same galaxy. If I had lost my daughter on Christmas Day, or any other day, I would be inconsolable

    What a sad story. My condolences to you, Jon Schmidt.