Love Himself came down at Christmastime,
And it looked nothing like they had expected.
Born in a cave, far from the comforts of home,
Heralded by cosmos and angels above.
“Good tidings of joy!” The cherubim shouted
Joined by the galaxies’ symphonic rings.
“Good news, dear ones,” The Father whispered
As He watched from above the unfolding scene.
The Baby looked up past His mother
Past the ragamuffins He was born to save
And gazed into His Father’s glory
The Eternal One and the Ancient of Days.
No words were spoken as they looked to each other
A silent nod alone did suffice,
For as the King of kings emptied Himself of splendor
He opened to us the gates of paradise
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