The darkest night in Bethlehem, few were awake to hear
Creation softly singing, the time was drawing near,
While the world despaired, all hope was dim,
The gates of heaven were closed,
The face of God was hidden from his people down below.
But those whose eyes were open beheld a wondrous sight:
Angels filled the void above, proclaiming the coming light,
And the gates of heaven opened wide, the veil pulled back to show
A tiny babe, a helpless child, the son of God bestowed.
The mystery of Christmas Day is God becoming man;
Omnipotent, omniscient, yet bound by human hand,
But broken hearts will be renewed, the weak shall be made strong,
The blind will see, the deaf will hear, the mute will sing this song,
"Alleluia, peace and joy to all!
Alleluia, hear the angels' call!"
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