By Wanda Bencke
Lysandra Kay Bencke was my thirteen year old handicapped daughter. On Christmas day 1997, Lysandra had a seizure and was in a coma for five days before she died. During those five days I wrote the poem “Christmas in Heaven”. I sent it out in a belated Christmas cards to friends and relatives that year. They also sent it on to other friends and relatives, thus the poem and the story behind it have been changed.
I see the countless Christmas trees
Around the world below,
With tiny lights like heaven’s stars
Reflecting in the snow.
The sight is so spectacular please wipe away that tear for I am spending CHRISTMAS WITH JESUS CHRIST this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear but the sound of music can’t compare with the CHRISTMAS CHOIR up here.
I have no words to tell you of the JOY their voices bring for it is beyond description to HEAR THE ANGELS SING.I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart for I am spending CHRISTMASWITH JESUS CHRIST this year.
I can’t tell you of the SPLENDOR or the PEACE here in this place
Can you just imagine CHRISTMAS WITH OUR SAVIOR face to face?
I’ll ask him to lift your spirit as I tell him of your love so then PRAY FOR ONE ANOTHER as you lift your eyes above.
Please let your hearts be joyful and let your spirit sing for I am spending CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN and I’m walking WITH THE KING.© Copyright 1999 by Wanda BenckeUsed by permission.
