I remember hinting, haunting Red brick firelight’s glow In this Christmas scene of longing From a winter long ago.
I am the tree that’s watching A sled pulled down below A brother and his sibling Their love warms what is cold.
I remember decades lightly Like minutes to a man But hope springs ever forward For meaning to this plan.
Who made the empty seasons The heartache and the sand That pours through every creature And runs into the land?
I won’t go ever forward I’ll look into the past And find the perfect moment And hold it in my grasp.
But don’t you know I’m foolish I’ve been here all before I’m printed on this postcard And pinned onto a door.
Ten thousand things arising From God’s immortal clay And a Christmas scene of longing Is my eternal day.
But this Christmas scene of longing From a winter long ago Arises in my wooden heart And brings me to my soul.