There’s something in the eyes.
A never dying hope for peace.
Regardless of the pain,
Miracles still take wing to fly,
When hearts keep love aloft.
There’s something in the voice.
Firm but gentle with true belief,
That evil will not always win,
For sometimes when man has choice,
Someone will choose good.
There’s something in the heart.
A space meant for God alone.
Waiting that we but turn to Him,
And trust Him with each part,
Only then can His creation win.
There’s something in the soul.
That responds to the Holy Spirit,
Reminding us of the baby,
Born over two thousand years ago,
That’s changing lives still.
There’s something in the face.
That’s mirrored on each one here,
For maybe we can understand,
That Christmas takes its place,
In the Christian’s heart and soul.