Visions
Christmas Hope
Church bells
sound through the swirling snow,
falling in wet puffballs,
splattering on my windshield
while I pause to savor
the sweet odor of sanctity,
of an ancient carol,
a song of joy,
resonating
in the softened
sounds of the snowy air.
O, Jesus Christ,
help of the helpless,
hope of the hopeless,
light of lights,
who has shined
in the dismal prison cell
of my soul
bringing Christmas hope
to me and a weary world.
sound through the swirling snow,
falling in wet puffballs,
splattering on my windshield
while I pause to savor
the sweet odor of sanctity,
of an ancient carol,
a song of joy,
resonating
in the softened
sounds of the snowy air.
O, Jesus Christ,
help of the helpless,
hope of the hopeless,
light of lights,
who has shined
in the dismal prison cell
of my soul
bringing Christmas hope
to me and a weary world.
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Christmas Hope
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