Sometimes you can't even sing.
The throat aches, the words stick.
And the song flows on around you.
Sometimes you can't even pray.
The heart aches, the words falter.
And the prayers rise around you.
Sometimes you can't even read.
The eyes fill, the words blur.
And the page lies open before you.
But Christmas isn't something
We do or say or read.
It's Jesus.
The living Word.
Who came to us in our weakness.
Who sings over us in our sorrows.
Who carries each wordless prayer.
This is Christmas:
Christ came.
Jesus.
Jesus.
Jesus.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Whether you weep or dance, Merry Christmas, friends.
Xo.
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