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Heaven's Goodbye

I know how the time seems to fly when you're near,
How the hours fly by like the minutes and seconds
And you know how my heart dreads the time when you leave,
How I hate those goodbyes and the silence they bring

And I wonder how heaven could say its goodbyes,
How the angels could sing with joy into that night;
Did the stars pause their twinkling and darken the sky,
When our Season's Greeting was heaven's goodbye?

So herein is love, not that we have loved Him,
But that Heaven, for love, said goodbye to the Son,
And the Word became flesh, and the Word dwelt with us,
For the joy set before Him endured the cross

And I wonder how heaven could say its goodbyes,
How the angels could sing with joy into that night;
Did the stars pause their twinkling and darken the sky,
When our Season's Greeting was heaven's goodbye?
Yes, our Season's Greeting was heaven's goodbye.

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