These Mountains

In brief, we are two siblings and a brother by friendship and enjoy playing music together. My sister and I lost our father, David William Stimson, to a brain cancer nearly eleven years ago, but do not worry for he is spending eternity with our heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. He is where he wants to be and eagerly awaits our arrival home. Our biological father spent his life loving others more than himself and lived as though he were dying tomorrow. Christmas of 1987, our father wrote my mother a Christmas poem. This was just five years before my birth and he loved us well for ten years. The poem sat in our living room in a frame titled, "My Heart Came Home For Christmas." It's 2011, and This Christmas my sister and I decided to dust off the poem, put it to a tune we could sing to, and give it to my mother, Patricia E. Stimson, for Christmas. My father was an amazing poet and this poem is proof of his love for my mother and his adoration for God and the gift of Jesus Christ.

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