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...Sandy Hook.  That Friday was the most tragic event I have ever known.  More difficult to comprehend than any horror I have heard of before.  I gasped and then became speechless that Friday morning when I saw the words ...

18 CHILDREN DEAD.

This was before they had the total count of 20.

And in all the news reports about tighter gun control, and better mental health treatment, and increased school security systems....this poem stood out to me. 

It put things in perspective.  And almost gave me comfort.

Twas' 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38, when 20 beautiful children stormed through Heaven's gate. Their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air. They could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there. They were filled with such joy, they didn't know what to say....they remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day.


"Where are we?" asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse. "This is Heaven," declared a small boy. "We're spending Christmas at God's house." When what to their wondering eyes did appear, but Jesus, their Savior, the children gathered near. He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same. Then He opened His arms and He called them by name.

And in that moment was joy, that only Heaven can bring, those children all flew into the arms of their King. As they lingered in the warmth of His embrace, one small girl turned and looked at Jesus' face. As if He could read all the questions she had, He gently whispered to her, "I'll take care of mom and dad." Then He looked down on earth, the world far below, He saw all the hurt, the sorrow, and woe.

 Then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand, "Let My power and presence re-enter this land!  May this country be delivered from the hands of fools...I'm taking back my nation, I'm taking back my schools!"

Then He and the children stood up without sound; "Come now my children, let me show you around." Excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran; All displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can. And I heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight, "In the midst of this darkness, I AM STILL THE LIGHT."



Written by Cameo Smith, Mt. Wolf, PA