The soul has much to say
It's always Christmas...to the soul
God's very best, born on a cold night
Eternal rest wrapped in swaddling clothes
Pristine gleam of the Father's eyes
reflecting upon the face of Innocence
Arms wide open to all men
Path to paradise cleared
by the train of His garment
Holy Spirit led, obedience driven...compelled by compassion
Have you ever loved someone this much?
Void of condition, absent of expectation
Perfection, mangled, for imperfection's sake
Words fail miserably to express
God, Son, King...Conqueror
Death lowered its head in His presence
Salvation rose, again
He sits at the Father's right hand, once more
soon to return
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It`s always Christmas...to the soul
It`s always Christmas...to the soul
