Crushed by the burdens of everyday life,
The cynics among us will not believe
In a God above Who cares for us all.
They scoff as the rest of us gather ‘round
To remember the way He came—a gift—
And revealed Himself to a selfish world
Where caring souls are rare. They laugh at us;
They say we trust in unproven fables
And that we are weak-minded, hopeless fools…
But we are not the fools. The truth is this:
The shepherds came and saw the Christ child long
Before the Magi learned of Bethlehem;
The wisest among us always take too
Long to learn the way of things. That is why
They never awake to find the Presence
That makes each day feel like Christmas morning.