(Each December, we get numerous requests to send out this poem to help people who have experienced a painful loss during the past year)
I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below, with tiny lights, like heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away that tear. For I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear,
But the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here.
For I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring.
For it is beyond description to hear an angel sing.
I can't tell you of the splendor or the peace here in this place
Can you just imagine Christmas with our Savior, face to face...