My First Christmas in Heaven

Last year I re-printed a story about “The Rifle”. This year I would like to bring you a poem that I found especially poignant. The poem was originally called “Christmas in Heaven!” and was written by Wanda Bencke in 1999 in remembrance of her deceased handicapped daughter, Lysandra. Source: http://www.crossroad.to/Victory/poems/Christmas-3.htm. Wanda originally sent it out in belated Christmas cards to friends and relatives that year. They in turn sent it on to other friends and relatives, thus the poem and the story behind it has been changed. The version that I liked called, “My First Christmas in Heaven”, goes like this:

I see countless Christmas trees
Around the world below
With tiny lights, like Heaven’s stars,
reflecting on the snow.

The sight is so spectacular,
Please wipe away the tear
For I am spending Christmas with
Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs
That people hold so dear,
But the sounds of music can’t compare
With the Christmas choir up here.

I have no words to tell you,
The joy their voices bring,
For it is beyond description,
To hear the angels sing.

I know how much you miss me,
I see the pain inside your heart,
But I am not so far away,
We really aren’t apart.

So be happy for me, dear ones,
You know I hold you dear,
And be glad I’m spending Christmas
With Jesus Christ this year.

I sent you each a special gift,
From my heavenly home above.
I sent you each a memory
Of my undying love.

After all, love is a gift more precious
Than pure gold.
It was always most important
In the stories Jesus told.

Please love and keep each other,
As my Father said to do.
For I can’t count the blessing or love
He has for each of you.

So have a Merry Christmas and
Wipe away that tear,
Remember, I am spending Christmas with
Jesus Christ this year.

Source: http:www.newdaynews.com/memorial/poemb.html