It comes to your door every year
sounds of winters' wind and cold
and the lonely sit and remember
life past as they grow old.
Christmas tears to all who see
life without love and home
but memories left to think through
about all of those who are alone.
Christmas tears in and out
young children homeless too
wondering why they no longer feel
love from all that's due.
It comes to your door every year
now open up and see
all the children on the street
who need, you and me and He.
Wrap your arms in love
an invisible hug or two
show your heart, weep within
for every child who needs you.
Christmas tears from them we know not
young, old, hurting and passed away
Let this year open us up
Past Christmas a year, a month, and a day.
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