Treasure Island

Dr John Celes

(14-2-1957 / Coimbatore, Tamilnadu, India)

All I Want For Christmas …


All I want for Christmas
Is Jesus babe be born,
In every Christian home,
Where He is most welcome.

All I want for Christmas
Is Christ to give His joy,
To every home on earth,
By His scriptural birth.

All I want for Christmas
Is peace on earth for all,
In every home, nation,
By this jubilation.

All I want for Christmas
Is hope for man reborn,
As Savior King gets born,
In this world, so forlorn.

All I want for Christmas
Is reconcile with God,
Whose love is born for us,
As ‘Emmanuel’, Jesus.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 09-12-2010

Submitted: Thursday, December 09, 2010
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