Beautiful Things

All this pain

I wonder if I’ll ever find my way

I wonder if my life could really change at all

All this earth

Could all that is lost ever be found

Could a garden come up from this ground at all

You make beautiful things

You make beautiful things out of the dust

You make beautiful things

You make beautiful things out of us

All around

Hope is springing up from this old ground

Out of chaos life is being found in You

You make beautiful things

You make beautiful things out of the dust

You make beautiful things

You make beautiful things out of us

You make beautiful things

You make beautiful things out of the dust

You make beautiful things

You make beautiful things out of us

You make me new, You are making me new

You make me new, You are making me new

You are making me new

You make beautiful things

You make beautiful things out of the dust

You make beautiful things

You make beautiful things out of us

You make beautiful things

You make beautiful things out of the dust

You make beautiful things

You make beautiful things out of us

You make me new, You are making me new

You make me new, You are making me new

C-H-R-I-S-T-M-A-S

When I was but a youngster, Christmas meant one thing,

That I'd be getting lots of toys that day.

I learned a whole lot different, when Mother set me down,

And taught me to spell Christmas this way:

C is for the Christ child, born upon that day,

H for herald angels in the night.

R's for our Redeemer,

I means Israel,

S is for the star that shone so bright.

T is for three wise men, they who traveled far,

M is for the manger where He lay.

A's for all He stands for,

S means shepherds came,

And that's why there's a Christmas day!

Another song from my school days!