His Christmas Wish
You needn't wait til you've crashed headlong
When you've hit the skids and it's all gone wrong
You can turn around long before you must
Jesus waits for all, giving Perfect Trust.
You needn't buy new clothes or a shiny hat
He will take you now, no matter where you're at
Who can you say wants you, no matter what the stain
He who follows you and always will remain.
You needn't reach the pit, only filled with black
He will pick you up, healing all your lack
With a gentle touch, pleading silently
Celebrate My Birth, Son, Come home to Me.
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