Blessed Christmas! - A Letter to Jesus' Child-Loss Parents on Christmas Morn ~ Mary Did You Know?

Blessed Christmas!

A Letter to Jesus' Child-Loss Parents on Christmas Morn

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Mary Did You Know?

Mary, Did You Know

~Written by Mark Lowry and Buddy Greene

~Sung by Clay Aiken

~Video scenes from Mel Gibson's movie, "The Passion of the Christ"

Mary, did you know

that your baby boy would one day walk on water?

Mary, did you know

that your baby boy would save our sons and daughters?

Did you know,

that your baby boy has come to make you new?

This child that you've delivered,

will soon deliver you.

Mary, did you know

that your baby boy will give sight to a blind man?

Mary, did you know

your baby boy will calm a storm with His hand?

Did you know,

that your baby boy has walked where angels trod?

When you kiss your little baby,

you've kissed the face of God.

O Mary did you know?

The blind will see

The deaf will hear

The dead will live again.

The lame will leap

The dumb will speak

The praises of The Lamb.

Mary, did you know

that your baby boy is Lord of all creation?

Mary, did you know

that your baby boy would one day rule the nations?

Did you know,

that your baby boy is heaven's perfect lamb?

This sleeping child you're holding, is the great I AM.

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A Letter to Jesus' Child-Loss Parents on Christmas Morn

Mother Mary... th' only Child-loss mother

Who got t' see your Child again this side o' Heav'n,

'Nd yet suffered horrid scene of another:

You were there t' view th' sordid death of your Child...

Tell us, Mother Mary, what was it like

To see your Son restored again on earth,

Having conquered death with God's Holy Smite

To stand before His mother full of smiles?

God of Heav'n, give us faith that we might see

Our holy child as she stands before Thee

With holy rapture on her face, at peace

Before her Living Lord, the King of Kings

Who pardoned all her sins and set her free,

This ransomed soul rescued from sure captivity.

What mercy not to see her violent death

When Vile One snatched her from her mother's arms,

Cast her body to th' ground for her last breath

Thinking he'd surely won th' last victory...

But up from the ground He arose to smite

Vile death, th' spawn of that Wicked Enemy,

And with that resurrection brought my child

Up to His side, outpouring tears and smiles!

Lord, thank You that on this Holy Morn we see

Christ the Lord, our child's and our Newborn King

Who came to set all His captives free

To live together with Him through all eternity,

Steeped in love and peace and laughter, to see

Our Lord of Lords with nail-scarred hands seated

On the throne of Love's hard-won victory!

Thank You for Your willingness t' suffer Child-loss

Allowing Your child t' die on cruel cross

To rescue each of us, Your tender lambs

To restored Life in th' arms of our Great I AM.

We bow before You this Morn in holy awe

In grief for all You grievously saw

That we and our babies might live again

Because of our Newborn King's nail-scarred hand...

Looking with the eyes of faith as You taught

T' years of holding one another in love

Because of Love's Great Sacrifice You wrought.

Thank You for gracing us w'th such Abba love!

Seeing our sweet Merry Katherine in Your arms,

We cry, "Merry Christmas!" as our heart warms...

*****

As a Merry Christmas bonus, I wanted to add these poems that I found tonight on a grieving mother's (Noemi, mother of Luijoe) blog I have followed for awhile. Noemi lost her 6-year-old son while on her vacation with him and their family in 2000.

My First Christmas in Heaven

I see countless Christmas trees

Around the world below,

With tiny lights like heaven's stars,

Reflecting on the snow.

The sight is so spectacular,

Please wipe away the tear,

For I am spending Christmas

With Jesus this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs

That people hold so dear,

But the sound of music can't compare

With the Christmas choir up here.

I have no words to tell you,

The joy their voices bring,

For it is beyond description,

To hear the angels sing.

I know how much you miss me,

I see the pain inside your heart,

But I am not so far away;

We really aren't apart.

So be happy for me, dear ones;

You know I hold you dear,

And be glad I'm spending Christmas

With Jesus Christ this year.

I sent you each a special gift,

From my heavenly father above,

I sent you each a memory

Of my undying love.

After all love is a gift,

More precious than pure gold,

It was always most important

In the stories that Jesus told.

Please love each other,

As my father said to do,

For I can't count the blessingS or love

He has for each of you.

So have a Merry Christmas

And wipe away that tear,

Remember--- I am spending Christmas

With Jesus this year.

In Heaven We'll Understand

Not now , but in the coming years

It may be in the heavenly Land,

We'll read the meaning of our tears:

Some day in Heaven we'll understand

We'll know why clouds instead of sun

Were over many a cherished plan;

Why smiles have ceased when just begun;

Some day in heaven we'll understand.

Then trust in God, through all thy days

Fear not for He doth hold thy hand;

But whilst you live, still sing and praise;

Some day in Heaven we'll understand.

(Anna Lee Edwards McAlpin)

May you have a very Merry, and very Blessed Christmas Day!

pictures:

Top Mary image: http://www.blueavemaria.com/the_univ_rosary.htm

Others - PhotoBucket.com

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mN70R-3ao0U

Poem - A Letter to Jesus' Child-Loss Parents on Christmas Morn - Angie Bennett Prince - 12/22/10

Final poems: http://angel-luijoe.net/poems.html#christmas

A note on http://forum.christianwomentoday.com discusses the possible author of My First Christmas in Heaven:

(I'm not sure who the author of the following poem is, but it is really nice. It has been attributed to a 13 year old girl named Lysandra Kay Bencke who had a seizeure. After being in a coma for 5 days, she apparently died on Christmas day in 1997. Another source says it was a 13 year old boy named Ben who died of a brain tumor after battling the disease for 4 years. Apparently he gave this poem to his mom prior to his death on Dec 14/1997. Whoever wrote it, I pray that it will bless some of you wonderful ladies. Get out the tissues, especially if you have lost a loved one this year... (and if anyone knows for sure who the author was, please let me know. Thanks)