As I lay in my bed I feel trapped
Darkness is all around
I feel like I have no place to go
No place to hide.
This is one of my darkest nights.

Then I remember another dark night.
A night where a young girl struggled to give birth.
Shepherds were trying to control their flocks.
Kings and wise men prepared for a long two-year journey.
And all of heaven held it’s breathe.

Then a shout broke through the night.
The girl, a humble ******, had given birth to a son.
Shepherds were greeted by angels with the most glorious news.
A star shone in the sky to guide the wise men.
And all of heaven rejoiced for a king, the greatest king, was born.

So as I lay in my bed I realized a great thing.
No matter how dark it seems light always shines thru.
I know that this was not the night of that holy child’s birth,
But it doesn’t matter.
The Messiah was still born. He still came to save.

But most importantly he came to die.
Even on this most joyous of nights there was still a little sorrow
For this holy child was destined to become a sacrificial lamb.
But it was his choice; he chose to be the light in the dark,
He chose to illuminate this entire world.

He chose to come and die,
So we all have a choice to make.
Will we remember the reason for this great season?
Will we choose to accept the light?
I know I have, I chose to let him illuminate my night.