Tis the season of the year when the birth of a saviour echoes in our hearts...
My words can't express the joy I feel.

I see the atmosphere bling...my heart jingles...my belly tingles...
And I hear the bells ring
The bells of awareness...
The bells of reminder...
The bells of memorial ceremony...
The sound that brings to my rememberance  that it's another year to celebrate the birth of that of whom I'm alive...
...whom was born in the manger in the midst of strangers...
...whose birth and death were for my rest...
... who stayed nailed, all so that I don't wail...
...who took off me my doom by being bruised by my wounds.
...whose existence filled the lips of many even before He's being.
He mindfully took the shot meant for me...even before it was directed towards me.

Now I'm in search of Him for the celebration of His birth is due.
Where is the one of which I'm desperately in search of...
He can't still be in the manger, cos He has been crucified...
He can't still be in the tomb, cos He's risen..
So...where is the love of my life.

Where did He go after wiping my feet?
Where did he go after shielding me?
Where is He now that He's let down my veil?
Why will He send me the holy spirit when all I want is Him!

Most times I like to forget the visualisation of the crucifixion...
...but the only way I can get over it, is looking into the mirror and seeing Him as my reflection...
... knowing that He's in me in existence.

So I let down my hurt and praise the Prince of Heaven
Whom assured my inheritance in His father's Kingdom.
By laying Himself for my freedom.

Oh praise the Prince of Heaven
Bow at the throne of His reign
For He is the rain in our desert

Oh praise the Prince of Heaven
Worship His name
For He is the Key to the Kingdom

Oh Praise the Prince of Heaven
Glorify His Majesty
For He is the Hope of the world.

I'm till overwhelmed at the actions of the King of Kings, letting go of his hire...
...for letting Him be tortured to death
All so we can all be hires.
And so I won't take for granted the celebration of the day my Prince was born...neither will I hurt for his death.

But I will praise the Father for letting go of His son
And Praise the Son for doing the will of the Father.
And Praise the Holy Spirit for dwelling in me.

For His existence equals my existence...
His birth sums my life line...
His death subtracts my sins...
His resurrection multiplied my hope.

Now I have no words than Hallelujah to You.
And Amen to Your words.
To jolly on this day that you were born.

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