This time of year must surely lift us
The annual joyful event called Christmas
Forget this year, this weird election
Instead we need sincere reflection

A blinking star still lights the way
To feeding trough where a baby lays
The hopes and dreams of prophets past
He comes to cheer the sinners caste

A girl, a teen with husband close by
Screams for help to the drab, pregnant sky
It’s dark and cold, this room’s a stable
The floor’s so hard, and straw’s not a table

Then a Heaven seam splits open wide
The mother sighs, and the baby cries
Angels sing “glory”to men watching sheep
Who come and adore the babe fast asleep

Oh, my darling. My baby boy
The pain is gone and I’m filled with joy
Your face is so tender, so sweet to my eyes
You fill up my arms, God’s perfect disguise

And here in the land of the free and the brave
The fighting goes on cuz there’s many depraved
Who trumps the wind that now is so blustery
Life in America is presently drudgery

We’ve pilloried Hillary, is the media to blame
They’re just like us, we are all much the same
We’re not the answer to all disagreements
Trusting in God is what beats all this worriment

Is He not brilliant? His love never ends!
To give to each human the means to transcend
Immanuel means God with us…alright
Why can’t we give in, relinquish the fight