Silent night, holy night
Such a
sweet carol
Neither
rousing nor stirring
But moving
and inspiring
A carol to
unite in adoration
A song to
touch the soul
Poignant
and joyous
Holy music
at its most powerful
Simple and
unpretentious
Silent night, holy night
Such a
sweet carol
Neither
rousing nor stirring
But moving
and inspiring
A carol to
unite in adoration
A song to
touch the soul
Poignant
and joyous
Holy music
at its most powerful
Simple and
unpretentious
Two thousand years have passed
Since
you died on that cross of pain
Dying
for our salvation
Which
began your holy reign
Two
thousand years have passed
And when
Christmas comes again
We will
celebrate the day of you birth
Which
began your holy reign
One of the twelve
Doubting
Thomas
Sometimes
called
Didymus the
Twin
Or the
Apostle of India
Was a
carpenter by trade
Witness of
the ascension
Who was
gently rebuked
After the
resurrection
For his
scepticism by Christ
Before
exclaiming
“My Lord
and My God,”
Thomas was
the only witness
Of the
Assumption
Of Mary
into heaven
He then
spread the Gospels
Far and
wide
But was
stabbed to death
With a
spear
While in
India
At a place
called Calamine
Remember, Remember the 21st of December
St Thomas the apostle is about
Because that is the special day
When St Thomas is without a doubt
December’s wind is bitter
December's moon is cold
December's gem is turquoise
December’s year is old
December’s
sun is cool
December’s
water is ice
December’s
number is twelve
December
smells of spice
December’s
season is winter
December’s
green is holly
December’s
season is festive
December
people are jolly
December’s
shops are full
December’s
shows are on
December’s
drink is eggnog
December
smells of cinnamon
December’s
days are short
December’s
nights are long
December’s
tone is joy
December
sings a Christmas song
Oh prince of peace
Humbly lain
on hay
Born to the
world
On this
special day
Shepherds,
beasts
And kings
of earth
Pay homage
At the
saviours birth
While the
Christ child
With
angelic face
Sleeps a
kingly sleep
In this
humble place
Christmas, Christmas,
A time of
peace and joy
When God
gave us his son
Jesus the
holy infant boy
But kids
don’t think of Jesus
They just
want the latest toy
Christmas,
Christmas,
When God
gave us a saviour
A redeemer
for all the world
Now it is
the season of plethora
When the
rich can feel richer
And the
poor just feel the poorer
Christmas,
Christmas,
God was
your sacrifice in vain
When you
gave the world your son
Only to see
his body slain
If only we
had not lost our way
Will we be
better when he comes again?
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