Heaven and earth intertwine,
Beginning at Christmas time,
With the rose from the vine,
Wrapped in swaddling clothes,
Have you seen the Christmas rose?
A king is born.
One Christmas morn,
a mother held Him close.
The Christmas rose.
Beauty beyond compare.
A cross was His to bare,
The answer to my prayer,
God chose,
To send
a Christmas rose.
A crown made of thorn,
Placed on Him by the scorn.
Turned Gold.
For 30 pieces of silver,
he was sold,
Faith healed,
the one that touched his robe.
Salvation for lost souls,
For those who hold close,
The Christmas rose.
Glad tidings
Angels proclaimed His name,
with Glad tidings,
God sent His flame,
a bright star shining,
in the night,
Tell me the good news,
Show me the light,
I know there was suffering and pain.
The story is told,
So ancient and old,
but after centuries it still,
wipes away the sad tears,
and lights God's flame,
Tell me the good news,
Glory is in His name.
Angels proclaim.
Glad tidings,
For God's Son came,
Glory to His name,
All sadness and tears that fell,
Broken hearts mend through the cross and a nail,
all of Suffering and shame,
Covered with the blood that fell from His vein.
Forever the King will reign.
Glory to His name.
No more tears of sorrow,
Only glad tidings I hear,
The crown of thorns no longer pierces,
Now the crown is made of heaven's jewels and gold,
The robe is royal,
We are raised high above,
I feel only tears of Joy,
Because I know God's love.
Angels proclaimed glad tidings in His name,
Tell me the good news,
Show me the light,
God sent His flame,
and a bright shining light.
I know longer have sad tears,
fall from my eyes,
I've heard the glad tidings,
that the angels proclaim.
My soul starts to rise,
In the Son's name.
with a nail,His blood fell
and washed away the pain.
Tell me the good news,
Show me the light,
Angels proclaimed glad tidings in His name,
Jesus the Nazarene
The child of Joseph and Mary,
born a Nazarene,
Held in his mother's arms,
Held by His Father's dreams,
He would calm the storms,
He would reign king of kings,
In a manger born.
In a stable scene.
The child of Joseph and Mary,
born a Nazarene.
Like the star that was shining that night,
He would rise to be the world's light,
Most precious in His father's sight,
a lamb for the world
in a stable scene,
Was the child of Mary and Joseph,
born a Nazarene .
He would someday bare a cross,
for a world that is lost
and He would someday rise
above,
Open your eyes to the gift of love,
born in a stable scene.
He ld in His mother's arms,
held by His father's dreams,
Jesus the Nazarene
Message from Santa
If it were in my powers,
I would bring peace and love,
To this world of ours,
But I don't have magic enough,
I can cross the sky,
and pass by the stars,
But I can't seem to stop,
Any of hatred's wars,
I see children on the street,
With no hope left,
in the eyes.
So many homeless people
with no where to sleep.
And my heart cries.
I can't give the things they need,
Oh But God I would try.
I'm only a fantasy,
that once took wings to fly,
Some are deceived,
by the gifts that money can buy,
But those who truly believe,
see the gift with the heart,
not with the eye,
I sometime stop and go to my knees,
and pause,
and I too always pray,
That we will find a end to wars,
and live in peace one day.
For all those who believe in me,
I will continue my cause,
Across the stars,
over the wars,
On Christmas Eve,
For the hearts that still believe,
In Santa Claus.
On a cowboy's Christmas Tree
On a lonely trail he rides,
though the soft white snow,
God sees him all alone at night,
in a place where only a cowboy will go.
God sends a light,
on the Christmas night,
a star for him to see,
On a cowboy's Christmas tree.
The winter seems so hard and cold,
until he feels the fire of the flame,
He prays to the good Lord,
As he hears the winter wind whisper his name,
He knows he has the gift of seeing a glorious sight,
God sends a light,
on Christmas night,
a star for him to see,
On a cowboy's Christmas tree.
He hears the soulful bird sing,
and watches him spread his wings,
As if he lived in dreams,
The soulful bird takes his flight,
Toward heaven it seems,
God sends his light.
on a Christmas night,
a star for him to see,
On a cowboy's Christmas tree.
He feels he's at the perfect place on earth,
to celebrate the Christ child's birth,
There is no where else He'd rather search,
He has found his church,
God sends his light.
on a Christmas night,
a star for him to see,
On a cowboy's Christmas tree.
Behold the King
Behold the King/this poem I wrote is to be a Christmas song sung by
John Wastnidge
Behold the King
Behold the star,
that gives light in the dark,
Behold the child,
that will change the heart,
Sweet message of love,
On Christmas morning He will bring.
In heaven above,
all angels will sing,
Behold the king.
Look into the night,
At the bright shining light,
the gift was given,
From God in heaven.
The world to redeamed
The angel proclaim.
Glory in His name,
A child king came.
Bring hope in His Father's dream.
Behold the king.
On Christmas morn.
The Christ Child was born.
All angels sing,
Behold the King.
On a soldiers 'Christmas Tree
On foreign sands he rides,
remembering home's soft white snow,
God sees him all alone at night,
in a place where only a soldier will go.
God sends a light,
on the Christmas night,< BR>
a star for him to see,
On a soldier's Christmas tree.
The winter seems so hard and cold,
until he feels the fire of the flame,
He prays to the good Lord,
As he hears the winter wind whisper his name,
He knows he has the gift of seeing a glorious sight,
God sends a light,
on Christmas night,
a star for him to see,
On a soldier's Christmas tree.
He hears the soulful bird sing,
and watches him spread his wings,
As if he lived in dreams,
The soulful bird takes his flight,
Toward heaven it seems,
God sends his light.
on a Christmas night,
a star for him to see,
On a soldier's Christmas tree.
He feels he's at the perfect place on earth,
to celebrate the Christ child's birth,
There is no where else He'd rather search,
He has found his church,
God sends his light.
on a Christmas night,
a star for him to see,
On a soldier's Christmas tree
Decorated with memories of his love,
Sent from God up above,
Shining bright for the world to see.
God sends a star, for hope and peace
over the war,across the seas
To a soldier's Christmas tree.
The Christmas Spirit
The Christmas Spirit
I see it all around.
It can still be found,
I can feel it ,
The Christmas spirit,
The spirit of love and giving.
Was sent from God in heaven ,
Nothing on this earth can kill it,
There are those who may try to steal it.
But I can still feel it.
The Christmas Spirit.
A message of peace on earth.
A message of God's love.
Teaching us to love each other,
Can you feel it my sister and brother?
It was meant to be shared by every heart.
A bright shining light in the dark.
It was sent to us all.
A warm flame of love,
when winter's snow starts to fall.
The Christ child was sent to reveal it.
Sent to a heart broken hearted world,
Wit God's hand to heal it.
Can you feel it?
The Christmas Spirit,
Angels proclaimed the promise from above,
and Jesus' name has sealed it
God sent the message of His love.
The Christmas spirit.
A light in the dark,
God's will
The broken heart,
Only Love can heal,
The storm that covers the world,
Only God's hand can still.
A child in a manager.
to a cross on the hill.
Can you feel it?
The Christmas spirit.
Santa
How can I bring the kind of gifts,
this world needs today?
How can I spread love and peace
cheer and good will.
and take the pain away?
I can tell them of a Christmas morn,
When I saw a bright shining light,
I can tell them a king was born.
I can tell them I saw the angel's flight,
I wish I had the power,
to bring the child a smile,
in the hours of the dark night,
When All they know is war.
I can't take the tears away,
I can only go down
on my knees and pray.
For God to bring them ease,
help them to find a way to peace,
across the skies,
and the seas,
If only I could end hatred's disease,
Children countries apart
I know every name by heart,
I can see them in the dark,
where even the stars can't forget
where they are,
All they know is war.
It used to be so easy.
just fly across the world,
with gifts,
to put under a tree,
someone will say,
it's from me.
such a sweet fantasy.
But the sweetest gift comes from above,
Wrapped up in swaddling clothes.
a gift of love
I wrote the Lyrics to Christmas is coming
Song music composed and sung by John Wastnidge
