The Spirit of Christmas, it almost missed us!

All praises, glory and honor to the One who provided the victory

Who would humble himself on the cross for our liberty

Though his birth was one of the most phenomenal events in history

To the distracted and religious, it remained a mystery

The angels would proclaim, but a handful would listen

Not even the world leaders would pay him a visit

No hospitality for this very first Christmas

A virgin gives birth to God, and most of the world missed it?

He came into his own, but his own didn't receive him

Only the lowly and the rejects would even believe him

The Roman soldiers would soon gamble for a piece of him

But those who gave everything would find peace in him

If mankind could miss God in the flesh

What makes us think spiritually, we can't do less?

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