圣诞英语诗歌（通用3篇）
Everytime, when I close my eyes I can't see the light of heaven..
Though, I can't deny there's God who have created this earth...
Day by day, month by month...
I'm very interested 'bout the light of heaven...
But, there's no one can tell me 'bout that..
Till the eve came...
The shadow of the Christmas was rise..
I saw in my dream a Baby, who was born to the earth to show the light of heaven...
A Baby that have a pure smile, and the light of heaven surround Him...
He was born to show us and let us know what the love is it...
He loves me and u... I'll let them know You died for me..
And I have a merry little Christmas with luv...
The luv that never die... Always in my heart...
Now, I want to praise You, Lord....
Coz, U're d one in my heart that no one can take your place...
Merry Christmas with love......
Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon Virgin Mother and Child
Holy Infant so tender and mildSleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
Silent night, holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia!
Christ, the Saviour is born
Christ, the Saviour is born
Silent night, holy night
Son of God, love's pure light
Radiant beams from Thy holy face
With the dawn of redeeming grace
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth
He little knew the sorrow that was in his vacant chair;
He never guessed they'd miss him,or he'd surely have been there;
He couldn't see his mother or the lump that filled her throat,
Or the tears that started falling as she read his hasty note;
And he couldn't see his father,sitting sor- rowful and dumb,
Or he never would have written that he thought he couldn't come.
He little knew the gladness that his presence would have made,
And the joy it would have given,or he never would have stayed.
He didn't know how hungry had the little mother grown
Once again to see her baby and to claim him for her own.
He didn't guess the meaning of his visit Christmas Day
Or he never would have written that he couldn't get away.
He couldn't see the fading of the cheeks that once were pink,
And the silver in the tresses; and he didn't stop to think
How the years are passing swiftly,and next Christmas it might be
There would be no home to visit and no mother dear to see.
He didn't think about it -- I'll not say he didn't care.
He was heedless and forgetful or he'd surely have been there.
Just sit down and write a letter -- it will make their heart strings hum
With a tune of perfect gladness -- if you'll tell them that you'll come.