If the bottomless abyss of mans mind
Can fathom the travel back in time
Where antiquity is just a switch away
Sending man back into yesterday
If by some game of chance I could win
the prize to unfold the past
and be free to choose where and when
Just one chance, even it be my last
I would choose the night…
A star shone bright…
to where upon a manger lay
the Holy Child of Christmas day.
Though I have no gift to give
No gold, no myrrh, no frankincense
I have the life I live
a testimony of his great sacrifice.
To hold his tiny hands, feel him breath…
Cradle him in inexplicable excitement
and cry in joyful bliss
even just for a moment.