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 baby,

But was destined to give His life

As a ransom for His children.

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