Rhett's Empty room and closet!
"A Missionary Christmas"
I skipped the sales after Thanksgiving, the thrill just wasn't there.
No pictures taken with Santa Clause, My decorations had no flair.
His presents are shoes, shirts and ties, two suits and socks... no fun.
Iv' bought him all white clothing because....
This year I am giving Christ my son!
Iv'e spent more time in the Temple, my testimony stirred,
Iv'e read November Ensign, felt strength come from HIS words.
Our family prays more frequently, my tears are quick to run.
Abraham seems closer because....This year I give Christ my son!
I wonder how those Lamanite mothers, gave their sons to war?
Or how the Pioneers chose Zion, their sacrifice was so much more!
My loss will be his presence, I'll miss his smile a ton,
For two years we will pray for him...I'm giving Christ my son!
I stare at his face when he's not looking, I memorized his eyes, their shine.
He always hungered for the part of HIM, that makes his soul divine.
The stories and lessons he has always heard, his choice and mine are one.
I'll put my faith in Gods hands....This year, I am giving Christ my son!
Past gifts have lost their glitter;
I think I finally understand Christ's birth, should be celebrated by giving HIM a hand.
It's because I know Christ lives and reigns that all his packing's done.
My gift has taken years to make....This year... I'm giving Christ my son!
I know there's one who understands, the sacrifice I'm making.
Who knows the gift I willingly give., the toll it will be taking.
For HE has done it all before, GREATER love-there could be no more.
For years ago God gave to me, HIS only begotten Son!
The hands I washed, the hands I held, the hands I taught to pray;
Now knock on doors to find the ones who will listen to what he'll say.
Because I know Christ needs him, until all the gatherings done....
My gift has taken years to make....
This year... I am giving Christ my son!
