Ah, Lord, will the magic come this year:
the joining of reality with aspiration:
with all one hopes for—
with dreams of love and joy?
Is it yet possible to believe:
believe that good can come
to those who have lost everything
to hatred and war?
You came to save
but order has yet to be restored
has become a commercial.
Can we hope for your love
that attracts us to look beyond
the not yet to the possibility
of openness of the human heart?
Will there ever be peace on earth
and love that encompasses all?
Come, Lord Jesus.
While they were there, the time came for her to deliver her child. And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in bands of cloth, and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.
Hymn: O Little Town of Bethlehem