Sweet December
Oh Sweet December, in the winter of rest do you come...Fall in to sleep...only the Sun.
Still and quiet, crispened by clouds...
No flowers or leaves, not very loud.
No birds or squirrels, away have they gone.
No hustle or bustle, alone I am one.
My soul settles down, my thoughts no longer run.
Stillness and quiet, solitude has come.
Oh sweet December, I feel your sweet rest.
This is the month, of time most blessed!
Nature is quieted and entered her nest.
God of Heaven, has manifested His best.
Somehow so sweet, is December's sweet death...
Living in time, you see your own breath!
Taken back and a cross, to a far away land...
Oh sweet December you take me to somewhere so grand!
Into life by death, through the scars of His hands...
Oh sweet December I remember why so still do you stand...
In honor of Calvery's King who's death healed our land!
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