It came out of the longest night
When we were full of fear
Riding flame and feathers out of
The dark end of the year.
It could have come with fury, come
Down like a hammer blow
But it came in like a carol
And landed like the snow.
It could have come bearing judgment
The sword upon the wing
But it came instead with music,
And news that made it sing:
That our weeping was not wasted
That all our cries were heard
That the wandering of our planet
Had been towards somewhere good.
That the oldest war was ending,
The dreams were coming true
Of peace between earth and heaven,
Peace between God and you.
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