Your Christmas Gift
If in your heart a sorrow grows
There is a place to run
Into the arms that love you well
He’s Jesus Christ, The Son.
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Spirit of Christmas by Shelly Wilson
A warmth in my heart arises a notch As Christmas is near and winter does knock With cinnamon smells and baked apple scents Foaming hot joe and cider to sip. When music does soar and leaps in the air Jingle
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