Holding On While Letting Go

The Weary World Rejoices

The Weary World Rejoices

There was a girl

A young girl

Not any older than me

Who said yes

There was a man

A young man

Not much older than the girl

Who also said yes

And unto them

And unto us as well

A Child was born

A simple Child

With nothing

Nothing but a journey

And a stable

And a manger

And themselves

Such mean estate

In which the Child was born

Nothing but that manger

And that stable

And the animals that lived within

Nothing

Just a Miracle

And angels

And shepherds

And kings

And a star

A star so wondrous

And so bright

So royal that everyone saw and knew

There'd been a Miracle

A simple Child

And a Miracle

That was all that mattered that night

Not the gifts they brought

Not that He lay in such uncomfortable conditions

Nothing

Nothing but the Child

And the Miracle

They were what caused the whole earth to cry out in the greatest joy.