I had a dream once that I spoke with my King
He let me into His confidence to see
The prayers of the people young and old.
All over the land I heard their cry
Formal and not, words and sighs
The sounds rose up to our Great King's Throne
They rose individually, but meshed as one
The cry of each person became a musical song
Beautiful to hear
Then something happen, quite extraordinaire
The prayers that became songs that were exquisite to hear
Became one song and then one prayer...
COME LORD JESUS, COME
The answer to everyone's prayer was the same
For it is the true cry of our hearts to answer the pain
To bring peace...
The truest, deepest yearning of our being desiresHIM
COME LORD JESUS, COME
Now, we celebrate the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ, but we look forward to His coming again.
Merry Christmas to each of you, may His Peace fill you as you hope in Him.
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