Many hearts and minds, with hands and lips,
Everything that has not breath, and some that do,
Rejoice at the Gift from above, come to
Reclaim all of creation – salvage via salvation;
Yea, herein lies the mystery of the gift of grace.
Come to the river of life, the wellspring of eternity;
Hail on bended knees with grateful hearts the King who
Reigns with power and might, with meekness and love.
Illumination is hereby on darkness pressed, and thirst thereby flooded;
Scripture fulfilled, here comes Hope for the future, crowned;
Total transformation – the potential hidden in the cry of a baby, in a
Manger, decked with Glory before, laurelled with hay at birth,
Allegiance to him despised by the adornment of thorns at death; this
Story, is one of Joy, Love, the greatest gift, the highest honour, marred by pain.