A second ticked by and not a lot had occurred,
The minute hand moved, and a voice was heard.
It spoke softly of love with pity and grace,
It promised to change this earth into a far different place.
But soon the hour passed and faith was held back.
Disbelief had entered and begun its attack.
Time travelled on and soon envy controlled all,
Until the closing of a day, and a tear it did fall.
It flows today as a sacrifice for sin,
Offering a way out; of the hell we are in.
At Christmas, that tear flows for all to embrace
Not just Christians, but the whole human race.
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