Christmas Hope!

Hello, John.

Bells keep knocking on my doorway, shadows linger in the cold.

Empty chairs around the table tell the stories left untold.

Secrets falling like December, hearts get heavy in the night.

Trying hard to hide the fractures, say, "I'm okay," out of sight.

But Christmas lights are glowing, pulling darkness into dawn.

Hope is softly glowing, whispering that we stay strong.

And though the year has wounded, grace still finds a way to show.

There's peace within the snowfall, and we rise with Christmas hope.

Promises I couldn't finish, frozen in the pain.

Yet this season warms the broken, saying love will still remain.

So

I'll breathe again and bring all the faith that I have known, that I have ignored, and I will never do.

Mm, again.

But

Christmas lights are glowing, pulling darkness into dawn.

Hope is softly glowing, whispering that we stay strong.

And though the year has wounded, grace still finds a way to show.

There's peace within the snowfall, and we rise with Christmas hope.

Christmas lights are glowing, pulling darkness into dawn.

Hope is softly glowing, whispering that we stay strong.

And though the year has wounded, grace still finds a way to show.

There's peace within the snowfall, and we rise with Christmas hope.

And we rise with Christmas. And we rise with Christmas. And we rise with

Christmas.