Lord Jesus Christ
Never said fellow
Christians he
Said fellow me
Amen.

In Palestine the olive trees sway
And stories told every day
With hopes bright and strong
They long for the light
For futures where all can abide.

In my job I sit and smile
And talk for a while
With each task that I do
I feel proud and so true
For this job I do
Because I love you.

In a Gaza graveyard
Where children cry and
The whispers of the
Dead every night
With tombstones on fire
And the stars don't shine no more
And it's not peaceful anymore.

In Syria Palestine Yemen
And Iraq and Somalia and Sudan
It's war all the time and
In lands where the bombs still roar
People dream of a peace they explore
But the wars rage on
And the devil will never give up
Up it's the little children
Who suffer every day and
No victory won no battles cease
Just silent rest and hollow peace.

Under the moonlight the
Dark shadows move all night
And the darkness comes to life
And the night is thick a shroud of fright
Embracing all that stirs in night

Creepy shadows moving all night
And the little children get a terrible fright

A wailing wind echoes through
The trees all through the night
And whispers echo of ancient bones
The glowing moonlight a watchful eye
Sees fears that linger yet won't die

Lost in the gloom forever bound
To haunted earth and hallowed ground
The vampires and werewolves come out
Tonight and everyone hides with fright

And chilling tales and ghostly fright
Entombed within eternal night
Little children won't sleep tonight
The madness is awake tonight
Even the scary hitman runs with fright

O Creepy Night of endless dread
And the zombies roam all night
A chilling tale from dusk till dawn
A warning whispered soft and low
The haunted house with windows deep
Reflecting back the starry light and

Reflect the terror mirrored in the eye
As nature's darkness seals a somber tomb

And little children you better
Not come out tonight
Because you'll get a terrible scary fright.

Snowflakes falling from above
And twirling gently to the ground
Their intricate patterns a work of art
Ephemeral beauty a gentle heart

Delicate Snowflakes twirling
Like tiny dancers and
In frosty air they twirl with glee
As the little children stop and see
And a million tiny ballerinas wild and free
Each one unique a miracle to see
Anc the snowflakes a perfect
Winter wonderland for all to see.