I was sitting up late last night, unable to sleep. I was looking out my window at the neighbors Christmas lights, and this is what happened...
His mother laid him on a bed of hay,
The angels sang in joy,
Did his Father know already,
What lay ahead for His infant boy?
Did His Father know already,
What His Sons life held in store?
To teach, to love, to understand,
To be challenged to His core?
Did His Father know and send Him,
Then watch another man,
Raise Him, hold Him, nurture Him,
Though he could not understand,
The purpose of the little Boy,
Drawn to the priests to teach,
The purpose of this Young Man,
Who stood beyond temptations reach?
Did He know the commitment,
As from the river Christ did rise?
Did He know the great love,
All felt from His strong eyes?
Did His Father feel the gratitude,
Of a mother whose child was raised,
From the deepest sleep of death,
Or from a leper did He feel praised?
Did His Father know and leave Him,
In a garden alone to face,
The sins, the pain, the horror,
Of all the human race?
Did His Father know that evening,
As the angels sang with joy,
The fate that lay before,
His swaddled Baby Boy?
Surely as God He must have known,
So how could He send Him here?
Because of our imperfect needs,
Our Brothers path was clear.
So as we sing with the angels,
To celebrate His baby dear,
We must also kneel down to repent,
And to all beg they hear,
That this Baby came to give a gift,
To deny it we destroy,
The reason, the hope, the purpose,
For which Our Father sent His Boy,
Light your lights for the star,
That told all He had arrived,
See the kings in the Nativity,
Whose gifts helped Him survive,
Lick candy canes, of red and white,
Blood shed and purity,
And celebrate our eternal lives,
With your evergreen tree,
Give gifts to your loved ones,
As your Heavenly Father gave to you,
Celebrate with meaning,
Tell the story that is true,
That our Father and our Brother,
Loved us enough that though they knew,
The future of this swaddled Child,
They gave a life for you.

Happy Christmas all.