Waiting For Christmas

Waiting For Christmas long poem

Uploaded by Grant Dickson

Here we are as we sit and rejoice
Singing in union for God one voice,
Today the first if his son’s advent
Voices of his children from heaven sent.

Today we gather to share our gifts he gave
Sharing in a world he died to save,
I looked over and wondered why ideas called hear,
This I Did for a year now it’s very clear.

Each Sunday we begin with a song to start
A smile; a handshake, a hug even a hello,
No matter which it’s a welcome from the heart
A prayer; a recital; a chat; a refreshment afore ye go.

It’s in the Lord we come to rejoice
United as one he hears our voice,
The children go to learn and play
Joyfully returning with what they made today.

Today isn’t just any Sunday
It’s the first of four in our advent,
Born of Mary and Joseph in a manger he lay
Two thousand years passed to return one day.

Remembering our saviour like loved ones who pass,
As we sit at the table waiting for Christmas.

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