Pulled with violence
To break
the silence
Choring,
drawing
Mechanism
priming
Ready for chiming
Banging,
clanging
Momentum
gaining
Timbers
straining
Creaking,
speaking
Mechanical
timing
With rhythm
climbing
Swaying,
obeying
The peel
resounding
A sound
astounding
Ringing,
singing
The call
goes out
Around and
about
Voicing, rejoicing
Come says
the calling
Come one
and all in
Morning,
morning
Christ born
this day
The
Christmas bells say
Rejoicing,
rejoicing
Three kings from the east
Melchior,
Caspar and Balthazar
Enlightened
kings of wisdom
On their
great quest travelled far
Three wise
men from the east
Who
followed a bright star
Three kings
bearing gifts
Gold, frankincense,
and myrrh
Three kings
from the east
Melchior,
Caspar and Balthazar
Three kings
of great wealth
Bowed low before the saviour
All the Christmas Saints and Angels
Work behind
the scenes
To
orchestrate the season
Like
precision built machines
They make
the tinsel sparkle
They make
the music play
They fill
out hearts with love
As we wait
for the saviours day
All the
Christmas Saints and Angels
Pulling the
strings unseen
Their
purpose is a simple one
To fulfil
all our Christmas dreams
I Remember in December
That the
reason for the season
Is that
Christ is in Christmas
And he is
there for all of us
And I
remember the son God gave
To the
world he would save
When love
was born
On that
first Christmas morn
If you seek a special gift
The
greatest gift of all
Don’t look
beneath your tree
It was never
there at all
The
greatest Christmas gift
Was given
to us all
The Christ
child in a manger
In a lowly
cattle stall
Christmas is a time of joy
For every
little girl and boy
All wishing
for that special toy
That they
can’t wait to enjoy
Christmas
is a time of love
Given to us
from the lord above
When we see
with eyes of a dove
Christmas
fits us like a glove
Christmas
is a time for prayer
Christmas
is a time to share
Christmas
is a time to care
It’s also
the time for festive fare
Christmas
time is a special thing
A time to
worship Christ the king
In his
honour gifts we bring
And to the
heavens high we sing
Dear
brother you were always first
I wish our
roles could have been reversed
You were
the first born son
Always Dads
number one
You were
first to go to school
While I
looked at my brother so cool
The
certificates you received
Became
targets I had to achieve
I always
beat you I was always King
But I was
never first to do anything
You were
the first to kiss a girl
A rather
ungainly blonde called Shirl
You were
the first to get a job
The first
to earn an honest bob
You were
the first to wed
The first
to wet a babies head
And to feel
a granddads pride
I watched
you brush a tear aside
And now for
the last time
You were
first to hear the bell chime
Once more
you’ve won the race
And were
first to feel Gods embrace
For my Brother
Peter who died on Christmas Eve 2008
