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Hope for Our Land
When 20 beautiful children stormed through Heaven’s gate
Their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air
They could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there
They were filled with such joy, they didn’t know what to say
They remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day
“Where are we?” asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse
“This is heaven.” Declared a small boy
“We’re spending Christmas at God’s house.”
When what to their wondering eyes did appear,
But Jesus, the Savior, the children gathered near.
He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same.
Then He opened His arms and He called them by name
And in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring
Those children all flew into the arms of the King
And as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace,
One small girl turned and looked at Jesus’ face.
And as if He could read all the questions she had
He gently whispered to her, “I’ll take care of mom and dad.”
Then He looked down on earth, the world far below
He saw all the hurt, the sorrow, and woe
Then He closed his eyes and He outstretched His hand,
“Let My power and presence re-enter this land!”
Then He and the children stood up without a sound
“Come now my children, let me show you around”
Excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran
All displayed enthusiasm that only a small child can
And I heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight
“In the midst of this darkness, I AM STILL THE LIGHT.”
(source: A Newton family emailed me this poem tonight, unnamed author)
We just returned from our trip to Newtown, with more thoughts to be posted later.