Yes, I remember Christmas,
when all my world looked white.
Unearthly voices raised in song-
The angels came that night.
Tall and grim with shining eyes,
they stood beside my bed
and spoke to me of miracles,
though not one word was said.
A girl, heavy with child.
A patient man.
There were no others.
Travail...Her muffled cries
in the silent night-
Blessed among mothers-
A child..A king to be
Of God and yet...
I am his brother.
That time seemed so long ago...
Many moons did rise and set
and now the angels come again.
They drive away the demons
I've created with my sins.
With them stands the child
whose birth I witnessed in my youth
and in his eyes, shone light and love.
He said, "I am called...truth."
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