Christmas Lights

Unto you this day is born a Savior.
Born into a dark, silent night,
The Light Of The World
Rests not in heavens above,
But in our gloom and in our dirt.

Transfixed by my own darkness,
I turn away from the glare —
Turn away my heart and all my spare rooms.
I leave him in the cold and the night
That I might lock myself in, lonely and afraid.

Yet still he draws near, disregarding my defenses,
As envoys of light proclaim Fear not
Until slowly my eyes adjust
To the piercing brightness of Good News For All:
Great Joy come in a humble, earth-shattering infant.



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