Tears....tears...tears....thank God for
Christmas!
"Very Special Hours"
The stars shone down so softly as
You slept upon my breast;
The hay, within the manger, made
a clean, sweet smelling, nest.
The stars shone down so softly as
You slept upon my breast;
The hay, within the manger, made
a clean, sweet smelling, nest.
The moon beams touched your tiny face.
I sat enthralled, enraptured,
To realize the grace, this night,
Such softness had so captured!
I sat enthralled, enraptured,
To realize the grace, this night,
Such softness had so captured!
I wanted so to tell the earth
The things I knew were true.
I wanted, too, to hold You close;
Keep all away from You.
The things I knew were true.
I wanted, too, to hold You close;
Keep all away from You.
We had waited, all expectant, but were
Stunned to see Your precious face!
Then, shepherds came and we wondered
How they found this little place.
Stunned to see Your precious face!
Then, shepherds came and we wondered
How they found this little place.
I want to make this timeless,
Never go on to tomorrow,
Just hold You close and claim as mine ~
Excluding future sorrow.
Never go on to tomorrow,
Just hold You close and claim as mine ~
Excluding future sorrow.
For change is quick and I just want
To hold this night forever,
Never come to days apart or
Relationships that sever.
To hold this night forever,
Never come to days apart or
Relationships that sever.
So, holding close, I'll sing my
Baby song to You;
Feel You cuddle close and hear
The special sounds You do ...
Baby song to You;
Feel You cuddle close and hear
The special sounds You do ...
The little sighs, the resting breath,
The flutter of Your eyelids;
The faint and tender cooing and
The circle of Your lips.
The flutter of Your eyelids;
The faint and tender cooing and
The circle of Your lips.
I said it once, but this is more ~
I'm blest beyond all measure;
A tiny son with beauty rare,
A real and present treasure!
I'm blest beyond all measure;
A tiny son with beauty rare,
A real and present treasure!
When time is gone and earth has passed,
Melted with men's rages,
This treasured night will still remain ~
Hope for all the ages.
© 2003 by Joan Clifton Costner
Melted with men's rages,
This treasured night will still remain ~
Hope for all the ages.
© 2003 by Joan Clifton Costner
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