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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