Dedicated to my missionary son. I feel so honored to know him, be his mother and share this life with him: Elder Nicholas Shelton, I love you!!
A Missionary Christmas (author unknown)
I skipped the sales after Thanksgiving.
The thrill just wasn't there.
No pictures taken with Santa Claus,
My decorating has no flair.
His presents are shoes, shirts, and
ties, two suits and socks...no fun.
I've bought him all white clothes
because...
This year I'm
giving Christ my son.
I've spent more time in the temple, my testimony
stirred.
Our family prays more frequently.
My tears are quick to run.
Abraham seems closer because
This year I'm giving 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 memorize his eyes, their shine.
He's always hungered for the part
of Him, that makes his soul divine.
The stories and lessons he always heard,
His choice and mine are one.
I'll put my faith in God's hand,
This year,
I'm giving Him 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 none.
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 gathering's
done.
My gift has taken years to make.
This year...
I'm giving Christ my son.
