The fire flickers, casting golden light,
Snowflakes shimmer in the velvet night.
The air is spiced with cinnamon's embrace,
A wreath of pine hangs in its fragrant grace.
Laughter rings through halls adorned with cheer,
The tree stands proud, a beacon bright and clear.
Beneath its boughs, the gifts in perfect rows,
A tapestry of love the season sows.
Yet beyond these walls of warmth and glow,
A shadow whispers of what I don't know.
God, my heart is full, yet it breaks apart,
For the child with nothing to warm their heart.
Blessings surround me, a life so complete,
But somewhere a soul shivers on the street.
Let me carry Your love, let me be Your hands,
To bring joy to a child in this weary land.
The scent of nutmeg lingers in the air,
My wife's sweet smile, her tender, loving care.
Her gift, a token of a love divine,
Wrapped with ribbons, tied with time.
But as I hold it, something stirs inside,
A vision of a child with tears to hide.
No Christmas lights, no songs to softly sing,
Just an empty room, a hollow offering.
The world is painted in red and green,
But what of those who live unseen?
God, my heart is full, yet it breaks apart,
For the child with nothing to warm their heart.
Blessings surround me, a life so complete,
But somewhere a soul shivers on the street.
Let me carry Your love, let me be Your hands,
To bring joy to a child in this weary land.
That night I dreamed of a toy-filled cart,
Of wrapping hope in a brand-new start.
Bright paper, ribbons, and sparkling bows,
Each gift a promise, a heart that knows.
One sweet child, no, a thousand more,
To feel the love Christmas is for.
I woke with tears and a burning plea,
Lord, make this dream a reality.
God, my heart is full, yet it breaks apart,
For the child with nothing to warm their heart.
Blessings surround me, a life so complete,
But somewhere a soul shivers on the street.
Let me carry Your love, let me be Your hands,
To bring joy to a child in this weary land.
God, my heart is full, yet it breaks apart,
For the child with nothing to warm their heart.
Blessings surround me, a life so complete,
But somewhere a soul shivers on the street.
Let me carry Your love, let me be Your hands,
To bring joy to a child in this weary land.
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English
The fire flickers, casting golden light,
Snowflakes shimmer in the velvet night.
The air is spiced with cinnamon's embrace,
A wreath of pine hangs in its fragrant grace.
Laughter rings through halls adorned with cheer,
The tree stands proud, a beacon bright and clear.
Beneath its boughs, the gifts in perfect rows,
A tapestry of love the season sows.
Yet beyond these walls of warmth and glow,
A shadow whispers of what I don't know.
God, my heart is full, yet it breaks apart,
For the child with nothing to warm their heart.
Blessings surround me, a life so complete,
But somewhere a soul shivers on the street.
Let me carry Your love, let me be Your hands,
To bring joy to a child in this weary land.
The scent of nutmeg lingers in the air,
My wife's sweet smile, her tender, loving care.
Her gift, a token of a love divine,
Wrapped with ribbons, tied with time.
But as I hold it, something stirs inside,
A vision of a child with tears to hide.
No Christmas lights, no songs to softly sing,
Just an empty room, a hollow offering.
The world is painted in red and green,
But what of those who live unseen?
God, my heart is full, yet it breaks apart,
For the child with nothing to warm their heart.
Blessings surround me, a life so complete,
But somewhere a soul shivers on the street.
Let me carry Your love, let me be Your hands,
To bring joy to a child in this weary land.
That night I dreamed of a toy-filled cart,
Of wrapping hope in a brand-new start.
Bright paper, ribbons, and sparkling bows,
Each gift a promise, a heart that knows.
One sweet child, no, a thousand more,
To feel the love Christmas is for.
I woke with tears and a burning plea,
Lord, make this dream a reality.
God, my heart is full, yet it breaks apart,
For the child with nothing to warm their heart.
Blessings surround me, a life so complete,
But somewhere a soul shivers on the street.
Let me carry Your love, let me be Your hands,
To bring joy to a child in this weary land.
God, my heart is full, yet it breaks apart,
For the child with nothing to warm their heart.
Blessings surround me, a life so complete,
But somewhere a soul shivers on the street.
Let me carry Your love, let me be Your hands,
To bring joy to a child in this weary land.
Snowflakes shimmer in the velvet night.
The air is spiced with cinnamon's embrace,
A wreath of pine hangs in its fragrant grace.
Laughter rings through halls adorned with cheer,
The tree stands proud, a beacon bright and clear.
Beneath its boughs, the gifts in perfect rows,
A tapestry of love the season sows.
Yet beyond these walls of warmth and glow,
A shadow whispers of what I don't know.
God, my heart is full, yet it breaks apart,
For the child with nothing to warm their heart.
Blessings surround me, a life so complete,
But somewhere a soul shivers on the street.
Let me carry Your love, let me be Your hands,
To bring joy to a child in this weary land.
The scent of nutmeg lingers in the air,
My wife's sweet smile, her tender, loving care.
Her gift, a token of a love divine,
Wrapped with ribbons, tied with time.
But as I hold it, something stirs inside,
A vision of a child with tears to hide.
No Christmas lights, no songs to softly sing,
Just an empty room, a hollow offering.
The world is painted in red and green,
But what of those who live unseen?
God, my heart is full, yet it breaks apart,
For the child with nothing to warm their heart.
Blessings surround me, a life so complete,
But somewhere a soul shivers on the street.
Let me carry Your love, let me be Your hands,
To bring joy to a child in this weary land.
That night I dreamed of a toy-filled cart,
Of wrapping hope in a brand-new start.
Bright paper, ribbons, and sparkling bows,
Each gift a promise, a heart that knows.
One sweet child, no, a thousand more,
To feel the love Christmas is for.
I woke with tears and a burning plea,
Lord, make this dream a reality.
God, my heart is full, yet it breaks apart,
For the child with nothing to warm their heart.
Blessings surround me, a life so complete,
But somewhere a soul shivers on the street.
Let me carry Your love, let me be Your hands,
To bring joy to a child in this weary land.
God, my heart is full, yet it breaks apart,
For the child with nothing to warm their heart.
Blessings surround me, a life so complete,
But somewhere a soul shivers on the street.
Let me carry Your love, let me be Your hands,
To bring joy to a child in this weary land.
Writer: Dave Solomon
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC