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Christmas tree lights make a kaleidoscope of colors on this wall of mine
In the quiet room I sit and watch, oblivious to the passage of time

Alone, I sit and gaze at that one small blinking red light
My mind wandering back to that one still star-studded night

I find myself in a manger filled with sweet smelling straw
The sights, smells, and people overwhelm me; I’m in awe 

Tentatively, I pass the shepherds and walk to where the Baby lay,
He’s giggling, wiggling, and softly crooning in his bed of hay

Gently, oh so gently, I pick Him up and hold Him tight
His eyes look laughing into mine; they’re so clear and bright.

The stable is filled with a serene joyful calm,
as the shepherds softly sing their praises in a psalm.

At that very moment a sudden change seemed to come over me,
I was transported in time and an appalling scene I came to see

I found myself standing on a hill which was barren and dry
And there I viewed a cross pointing grotesquely to the sky

Hanging on that despicable cross was the One that I once knew,
The One I’d held as a baby, but his smiles were now through

I saw a tear make its way down his tired face
In His downcast eyes, sorrow and pain I could trace

No sweet crooning, but an anguished groan caught my ear
I cringed as they mocked and spat on the One I held dear

I sobbed as I took in the blood pouring from his hands 
The jeering mob drowned my cries with miracle demands

Tenderly, I touched His nail pierced feet only to find
Blood running down  my hands; to all else I was blind

His dark crimson blood, the only thing I could see
As I looked up again on the red light in the tree

I’d been thinking at this time of presents, feasting and fun
Forgetting the sacrifice made by God’s only dear Son

How could I ignore, on this marvelous great day
The One who loves me in truth and shows me the way 

In that tranquil room, how my faint heart longed for Him
The Christmas tree lights blurred, and then they grew dim

Oh Jesus, don’t let this Christmas be like before
I beg you, come in; don’t stand there at the door

Grant me a rebirth; envelope me in your love
By your grace, Lord, let me meet you up above

Where red is forgotten, all blood stains washed away 
There at the feet of my Redeemer, my crown I will lay 


Eileen Manassian
CIRCA 1992
Some minor changes....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKSU9Dbxvrw

What I was listening to as I was looking for pictures.....When Love was Born.....Amen
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