Dale Lloyd

Regardless of what my senses speak,
His Christmas promise holds the weak.
The earth will know that perfect peace—
from North to South,
from West to East.

The angels didn’t get it wrong
when they sang their midnight song.
Though we may struggle, though we sigh,
true faith sees far beyond the eye.

It hears the Voice no sound can bind,
a Love that lifts the weary mind.
My spirit soars above the din,
and in that light—
I know that Love will win.

Emmanuel—God with us,
with us all the way,
making life, because of Him,
an endless Christmas Day.