In the midst of this darkness and chaos and strife
You entered the world and you breathed in its life
So helpless and cold, the room filled up with cries,
You looked up at our tender and jubilant eyes
In the gaze of this fragile, immaculate face
We also felt helpless and desperate for grace
Such innocence we’d never dreamed could exist
A picture of promise and infinite bliss
When I think of my little girl’s tale still untold
When I pray for her path that has yet to unfold
I’m filled up with hope because all that’s in sight
Is a future that’s full of potential and bright
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But also at times I am swallowed by fear,
For stories of heartache are painfully near
Why should I hope, and why should I pray?
Our joy could be crushed into sorrow today
For innocence seems like a short, fleeting breath
Choked out in the grip of our suff’ring and death
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Yet when doubt sings its whispers in my straining ear
When no spark in this world full of darkness appears
I remember that poor insignificant inn
Above which a star shone a shimmering glint
When light from a vast, insurmountable height
Came down in the form of an infant that night
God’s answer and comfort to innocent cries
Was found not in an audible word, but a life
A father’s unearned, inconceivable love
Was instilled in the life and the heart of a son
Who entered the world in the form of a child
Like my little one, so meek and so mild
He too endured hardship and tasted our pain
He too had his innocence stolen away
In a plan to redeem what is lost and corrupted
And all that our evil and sin has disrupted
All darkness was pierced and enveloped by light
That appeared in the inn on that humblest of nights
Written by Mark
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