The Advent of Christmas
Christmas reaches for my very soul
With long and red and green desiring arms,
It cries, in the silent night of my savior’s love,
Before His last gift of fulfilled Psalms.
Christmas music rings down the highways,
Melodic, under a glorious moon,
And I treasure its daily company
Taking its joy from earth too soon.
Christmas, yes, symphonic, bold, and yet
Holding our Lord softly in its arms,
While stars stay circling December,
Inspiring hope to us and love to gendarmes.
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