The Choice

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.