Christmas Canon Rock [NARRATION] Now all that had occurred here this night The angel had clearly seen Not unlike an old fashioned movie Upon a silvered screen That borders on the edge of a Forgotten childhood dream And from all that he had witnessed He thought his answer he had found And once more unfolded his wings And left earths solid ground With every sweep of those wings Across time and space he soared Until he found himself standing Back in heaven, before his lord And he told his lord the name of the fathers son But then he hesitated Like a child in school unsure of his answer But the lord, he patiently waited Then the angel added the names Of the parishioners at the church The musicians, the storyteller The operator and the hospital nurse Eventually there was hardly a person That the angel had missed And then at the very end he placed The fathers name, also on that list That anyone could reflect his lords son Was now the angels view All it took was to follow the simple words of his son to do unto others, as you would have others do unto you Then the lord smiled at his angel And said, you have done more than your task Its a gift that eyes rarely have That can see further than they are asked. And so this night is ending So close to where it did start As the angel slept deep that night Within his lords own heart For hope never dies At worst it only sleeps And all we surrender Christmas safely keeps Through the cold winter nights Of the longest Decembers Till here by starlight We begin to remember That in the very end The message Christmas is sending Is that it is never too late To change any lifes ending [The end] [After the end or (the next day)] So Christmas eve had come and past But not so Christmas day And thus it is, we add a final act Onto our yearly play A taxicab pulled up to the grand hotel, That morning somewhere around eight And the father with his son got out And asked the driver, to please wait Then the father asked the clerk if he could speak To the couple in room twelve twenty-four Adding he did not know the couples name But had met their child the night before The clerk answered most politely That he would like to fulfill his wish But the room number twelve twenty-four In this hotel, did not exist The father then described the little girl Her age and dress as well But the clerk said there had been no children there at all that week Was he sure he had the right hotel? So the father started wondering If in the cold winters air He had somehow imagined the entire event But then he realized, he didnt care The only thing that mattered When all was said and done Was that he was reunited With his one and only son And when they got back into their cab He heard a ripping sound As the contents of his wifes folder Spilled out onto the ground As he rushed to pick it all up He grabbed the picture first Of him and his wife at the age nineteen Long before she had given birth And on the back he saw a poem he had written to her Years before they had wed When they were young, their lives just begun And here is what it said, if a single tear fell from your eyes into the ocean And then washed up on some far and distant shore I would still recognize that teardrop For in the end that tear would still be yours And then he saw another picture That he had never seen before Of a little girl in a Russian styled coat Standing with her parents, in front of their store The little girl he saw there He now knew was a childhood picture of his wife But it was also a picture of the little girl He had just met on the previous night And he realized that those who love Death cannot divide It only provides an extra soul To watch over us from the other side And together they returned Back to the fathers home And shared the best Christmas That either of them had ever known And somewhere across eternity Which in distance cannot be measured The mother looked down upon them both And their happiness she treasured And later on late that night When her son was drifting off to sleep A tear once more rolled from her eyes And trailed across her cheek But this one was a tear of joy That she could not keep inside And this time she followed it through eternity Across the great divide Till it landed by another joyful tear That her husband had just wept And there unseen she joined him In the silent vigil that he kept For we are all born mortal Like stars and candlelight And all that really matters Is what we do before we fall asleep each night [CHRISTMAS CANON ROCK] This night We pray Our lives will show This dream he had Each child Still knows We are waiting We have not forgotten On this night On this night On this night On this very Christmas night
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 21:51:09 +0000
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