Christmas 2005

There’s a little girl trembling on a cold December morn crying for mama’s arms,
At an orphanage just outside a little China town where the forgotten are.
But half a world away I hang the stocking by the fire,
And dream about the day when I can finally call you mine.

It’s Christmas time again but you’re not home
Your family is here and yet you’re somewhere else alone.
So tonight I pray that God will come and hold you in His arms,
And tell you from my heart, I wish you Merry Christmas.