I'm dreaming of a White Christmas, a childhood dream that never came true.
I grew up in the South, so my Christmases had skies of blue.
'Till God showed me how to have a "White Christmas" without a flake. When we ask for forgiveness, for our sins and mistakes.
He cleanses and washes our hearts, 'till they're pure. And He returns our hearts, as white as the snow.
So, this year I'd love to have some icy white flakes, but with Jesus' forgiveness when He died for our sake,
this Christmas can be white if His hand you will take.
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