every sunday i wake up,
get ready to go church.
but deep inside, i ask myself,
what's my purpose of going?
many times, i just hope you were there.
i realized i only see you once a week.
and every time i see you,
it's only a few minutes.
and at times when you were absent,
i have to wait for another week.
every time you were in my arms
it makes me appreciate you more,
treasure you more, hold you tighter.
and as i think of what i want for christmas,
i found out... nothing.
nothing more than just to see you longer.
i dont care what present you are giving me.
it's the thought that really counts.
now i know who appreciates me.
now i know who treasures me.
now i know who needs me.
now i know who loves me.
i really love you.