The Christmas tree
The Evergreen
All full of lights
And golden streams
And when I look
Upon that tree
The gift that Gods
Son gave to me.
The Christmas Tree
Is like our Lord.
Is strong like Him
And unexplored.
But still that tree
Is dear to me
For cause of Him
I am set free.
The bright lights
Are like his Love.
No one has it,
But from above.
Our Lord had died
To set us free.
Thats what I get
From the Christmas tree.
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