In the wee hours of the darkest night,
A sole ray lit up the dying town
The people slept on, uncaring, ignorant
A child awoke and without a sound

Crept to the windowsill and watched,
Watched and he saw divinity unfold
While the town slept he stood in awe
Of the Godly glow, and black turned gold

Under his eyes. He spectated a brilliant scene
He witnessed the whole town being blessed
Perceptible by all but by all unseen
Only to his curious eye revealed.

Seek this glory, you too are blessed
His benevolence, it has eternally been there
Wake your spirit, wake your soul,
Do not remain asleep in despair.