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Once Upon a Christmas Past…

Once upon a Christmas Past…

Struggling with pneumonia, I laboured to pull out the piano bench quietly. Once seated my right foot found the middle peddle, and pushed it down to the left to lock it in place. This way I could play and not disturb anyone’s sleep. It was the middle of the night. Only the street light’s glow on a fresh fallen blanket of snow lit the keys before me.

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Christmas was coming, and I had been too sick to do any shopping or baking. Little did I know that a song would be my gift to those I loved.

“Seasons come and seasons go, and every year the sight of snow, threatens to paralyze my soul. Christmas finds me questioning your gifts of joy and suffering and memories send me off in search of hope.”

My parent’s marriage had its ups and downs. When they divorced Christmas was never the same. I know now that Christmas does not hinge on humanity’s imperfect state.

As I wrote at the piano, their pain and mine, of never being a whole family again, flowed out of my heart and onto the page. Mysteriously, for every sorrow a remedy followed. Each melodic, aching admission turned into a revelation of hope.

“I am weaker than most; you came to a manger. I am broken to the bone; you were pierced for a stranger. The past has left its mark, but Christmas heals the heart with memories of a child who offers hope.”

The next day I printed the song onto fancy paper and fashioned small pillows with pockets, from scraps in my sewing closet. Each pocket was sized to hold a copy of the song.

When Christmas day arrived, our family drove almost two hours north to my sister’s place for dinner. Unfortunately I was still very short of breath, so I attended the festivities in my pajamas. Like Linus from ‘Charlie Brown’, I toted a blanket behind me. Although my ‘song pillow’ gift to everyone was small, I trusted they too would be lifted by the musical revelation of hope God had inspired.

Cindy Palin

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Heaven Can Be Found, the lyrics

babyfinalIn Celebration of God’s gift of life!

VERSE 1: Is there a place called heaven, when darkness comes to call? Do we just believe in heaven, when everything is going well? I asked the God of my salvation, and he answered me. Heaven is a place found in a child’s face, look and you will see…..

CHORUS: [clickandtweet handle=”” hashtag=”” related=”” layout=”” position=””]Heaven can be found woven in a newborn’s hair, you’ll find it there. [/clickandtweet]Heaven can be seen deep within their trusting eyes, oh how they shine. Sweeter than a kiss from their gentle lips, and softer than their skin bare upon your breast. Well, if he can give us this, if he can give us this…. I know heaven exists. Heaven is a place found in a child’s face, think on this.

VERSE 2: Losing everything can shake us, strip our very faith to bone. Eternity seems all but made up when love is lost and you’re alone. I asked the God of my salvation to show himself to me. And in a child’s face he revealed a place, where we will one day be free.

CHORUS: Heaven can be found woven in a newborn’s hair, you’ll find it there. Heaven can be seen deep within their trusting eyes, oh how they shine. Sweeter than a kiss from their gentle lips, and softer than their skin bare upon your breast. Well, if he can give us this, if he can give us this I know heaven exists. Heaven is a place found in a child’s face, think of it.

(we had to lose a family friend back in 1994, for me to see heaven, full story posted tomorrow)

*recording will be posted Sunday

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