Silent Night The Old Man Cried
Cold winters chill; silent nights alone.
Christmas comes soon; then it too will be gone.
Fitful nights slain by sleep deprived.
Silent Night O Holy night the old man sighed.
North winds howl; dark clouds steal the evening light.
Repentance thrice submitted in a bloody spiritual fight.
Silence kills…talking heads blabber yet nothing is revealed.
Oh Silent night O holy night the old man cried with fate now sealed.
J. Allen Wilson © 12/23/2008
www.Jallenwilson.com
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As Karla says dear friend, you have God and you have us. Keep the faith, we will keep praying. Someday you will see the sun again, not only in the skies but in your heart.
Blessings,
~Linda
You are not alone. You have your Father in Heaven. You have me. Your friends, here. Please, don't give up. That's not what Leah would want. You continue to be in prayer -
(((HUGS))) love and prayer, Karla. *tears*