Hannah's Heartstrings

What if Christ were like Santa Claus,And came to our homes once year?Would we wait up all night just for a glimpse?Or when we saw Him, would we stand up and cheer?Would we spiff up the house, put lights everywhere,Just to make sure He could see?And would we wait in long lines at the shopping malls,For a chance

She came to me and told me her storyFilled with betrayal and broken trustShe held back her tears as I held her handHer good name crushed and scattered as dustI stared in disbelief; what could I do?I couldn’t change the rumors that had been spreadAll I could do was stand by her sideAs she tried to disprove what