But, as it is written: That eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither hath it entered into the heart of man, what things God hath prepared for them that love him.
1 Corinthians 2:9
I am choking back tears as I post this. Some very kind anonymous person left a package on our porch that had a framed copy of a poem in it:
I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below
With tiny lights like Heaven’s stars reflecting the snow.
The sight is so spectacular- please wipe away the tear
For I’m spending Christmas with Jesus this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear
But the sound of music can’t compare with the Christmas choir up here
I have no words to tell you the joys their voices bring
For it’s beyond description to hear the angels sing
I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart
But I am not so far away, we really aren’t apart.
So be happy for me dear ones you know I hold you dear
And be glad I’m spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I sent you each a special gift for my heavenly home above,
I sent you each a memory of my undying love.
After all love is a gift more precious than pure gold. I
t was always most important in the stories Jesus told.
Please love and keep each other as my Father said to do.
For I can’t count the blessing of love he has for each of you.
So have a merry Christmas and wipe away that tear.
Remember I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
The poem was written by Wanda Bencke. Her 13 year old daughter Lysandra Kay Bencke had cerebral palsy. She had a seizure and went into a coma on Christmas Day, 1997, and died five days later. During those awful five days her mother wrote the poem.