Seven seas and countless mountains circumvent the globe. Far stretched fields and highland hills clothed in grassy robes.
There was something terribly wrong with that woman. I knew it from the moment I first laid eyes on her. Her complexion was opaque, and her eyes were glazed over. She was frail but perfectly competent. In fact, one might even wonder if her faculties weren’t far superior to the average human being. She appeared to look through you, as though to know your secret sins.
Long ago, one winter’s night,
there came about a mystic sight.
In the midst of dark despair,
a shining beacon, beyond compare.
It spoke of hope and peace to all;
all those who answer its fair call.
Pointing toward a stable manger;
housing Christ, the infant stranger.
The luminous grace of that great star gave way to His forthcoming scar. And with the sound of life's first cry; that star above did surely die.
Now each and every Christmas season lights are strung for one great reason. To remind us of that Holy night; when all our souls were made upright.
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