I felt a “light” and loving presence, then heard:

Good morning. We have come to guide you in a song of sorts…

A choir of angels sings on high.
Glory, glory in the heavens.
Oh, such praises they do bring.
With great happiness they sing.
For unto you is born a king.

Yes, this is a time to celebrate
A most important, holy date.
A day when in your world a child was born.
One who some would see with scorn.

Jesus was the name they gave
To a man who came to save
The souls of those who felt quite lost
Like ships that on the waves are tossed.

The Nazarene did leave his mark.
He left a world no longer stark
But full of hope for their salvation.
Eternal life he gave a nation.

But Jesus was a simple man.
“What I do,” he said… “You can.”
My Father lies within your mansion.
With many rooms, space for expansion.

This wondrous soul he knew the story.
One that’s filled with hope and glory.
That to each is due a gift.
Let your beliefs not cause a rift.

But know that life, it is eternal.
No one is doomed to hell infernal.
For within, as he so told
There lies a treasure fine as gold:
A gift that came to God’s first man-
The knowledge of the Great I-Am.

So as you praise a single birth
Know that all who walk on earth
Hold within their very heart
The God of which you’re all a part.