Christmas Silence
Unto us a King was born,
In the silence of the night
With no trumpets or parades,
No rolling drums or pomp,
No glory or accolades
Other than the love in the eyes of his mother and father
And the quiet reverence of a few men.
A King who could fit into a tiny manger,
A King who was stripped of all traces of worldly splendour,
A King who looked just like any other …
