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 some seem depraved

Who started the wind that now is so blustery

Life in America is presently drudgery

The campaigns’ve been rough, with plenty to blame

Are they not 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