I miss him so...oh...I miss him
Santa aside, tree still stands
and all the lights are low
there in a room, far from reality
no one could change the blow.
White washed walls, a baby born
and quietly they wept
a sweet little baby, a tiny new body
a death they knew to expect
Unimaginable pain, unmatched agony
the clothes are laid aside
they kiss him lovingly, breathe deeply
this is the moment, this is the time
An ounce of hope, a promise made
this cannot be the end
A journey polished, that's what is promised
Mercy come now, grace attend.
Desperation sings, sorrow lifts
the time is now at hand
The Father arrives, takes the child
his new life now begins...
Hope in deliverance, joy in sorrow
Love that transcends all
Triumph infusing, grace in the usingNot my life, yet his...so small..