O come, Emmanuel
And ransom captive Israel
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appears.
Rejoice, rejoice,
Emmanuel
Shall come to thee,
O Israel.
Tis a season
of waiting,
watching,
hoping
for the sunlight to
break through
the grey;
for the bright lights
to shine
in the night,
sparking joy in hearts;
for the
Light of the World
to re-kindle kindness and compassion
in the souls of the lost,
the weary,
and the broken,
reminding us of our
humanity -
our connection to one another.
O come, Emmanuel.
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