Praising the Lord with all my soul, I give over all things out of my control. Strumming guitar as I joyfully sing, Grateful for all the Lord constantly brings.
We find ourselves born again, Awakening to being freed from our sins. Once divided, we find the gap filled In the holiness of Christ's love recalled.
Born to the manger in splendid humility, Bethlehem received Christ in His divinity. In their blindness, some refuse the native son, Though in His birth, the Father's will is done.
It is in Christ's birth that we find our happiness. His birth gives us the way to life lived in bliss. We let the spirit of Christmas guide our contemplation. The twinkling stars herald our inspiration.
I hear the words of Biblical prophecy, Clearly pointing to what is the living history. He came to save us from our mortal sins. That thought alone is enough to repeat again.
(c) December 6, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along