Just a soft touch, of a gentle hand.
A moment in life, where time stands.
Believing in fairy tales, of magic moonbeams.
Dreams often come true, from legends so it seems.
A starry night unfolds, in silent glorious grace.
For now we wait, held in love’s embrace.
The hope endures despite, time’s slow pause.
Yes I do believe, in Santa Claus.
Even St. Nick will kneel, on bended knee.
A moment when time did split, so few did foresee
In a manger a newborn babe, comes from majesty.
For unto to each of us, comes God’s mercy.
To infuse a living hope, that will ever sing.
Out of time eternal, a king of Kings.
~Mark Schutter ©2014
