“To Paxton Ayaanle”
This time of year the whole world stops
To hope and pray for peace on earth,
And strains of carols raise our eyes
To gaze towards that momentous birth.
And yet the Angels that once sung
Of man’s goodwill and of new life
Seem lost, like shadows in the snow
Carved out by endless war and strife.
But as we view your shining face
Our hope awakes anew again
Your humble birth seems holy like
The one who graced that blessed inn.
He ushers in a kingdom aimed
Towards Pax in Terra, but it starts
When we embrace His deep Shalom
And let His peace come heal our hearts.
So as you navigate your path
And know the depth of loss within,
May you find wholeness in His arms
That softens hardened hearts, and then
We pray that you would find the strength
To love when men deserve it not,
To hope when justice fails, and to
Wage peace till no more wars are fought.
This time of year the whole world stops
To hope and pray for peace on earth,
And strains of carols raise our eyes
To gaze towards that momentous birth.
And yet the Angels that once sung
Of man’s goodwill and of new life
Seem lost, like shadows in the snow
Carved out by endless war and strife.
But as we view your shining face
Our hope awakes anew again
Your humble birth seems holy like
The one who graced that blessed inn.
He ushers in a kingdom aimed
Towards Pax in Terra, but it starts
When we embrace His deep Shalom
And let His peace come heal our hearts.
So as you navigate your path
And know the depth of loss within,
May you find wholeness in His arms
That softens hardened hearts, and then
We pray that you would find the strength
To love when men deserve it not,
To hope when justice fails, and to
Wage peace till no more wars are fought.
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