John Matthew Walker

When I wrote this song, I tried to imagine all the things that drive me crazy about Christmas yet connect with all the things I love about Christmas. I pictured myself window shopping in an old town square. Strings of over-sized white lights stretch from every building and every street corner toward the courthouse, making an idyllic Christmas tree. Wreaths on doorways. Garland on street lamps. I walk past a shop, bumping into other shoppers. Everyone bundled up. Frosty breath

“Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it." When Julia Renee and I set our hearts on a Christmas recording project, I immediately heard my mother's sweet voice singing "Some Children See Him." It was her favorite Christmas song because innocents see love as it is, pure. No grownup thinking No prejudice No

Angry at God and angry at man Hate steals life with a cowardly hand A peaceful Sunday A church unaware Loaded hatred unloaded there Silent church bells No one singing Cries and screaming Ears ringing Hearts fail as bullets sail Hatred tries but hatred dies Sorrow grips and squeezes tight But hope holds tighter and never dies A broken heart Love can mend Love goes on Love has no end