Can you see the Shepherd waiting
In the long and noisy line,
with their searching eyes that wander
as they look for those they love?
When the child runs to greet them,
all the world is held in place
every noise is drawn to stillness;
The world pauses for their embrace

Can you see the careful Architect
inside the softness of your smile,
how the blueprint of your laughter
lies in the lines that time designed?
And your hair moves like a whisper,
brushing lightly past your cheek
Your voice like Heaven's music
Filling the room with joyful grace


Can you hear the Holy voice rise
in a newborn's fragile cry,
as if Heaven bends to touch us,
meeting earth in breath and skin?
For this miracle is ancient
Yet it burns anew each time
A woman's share in creation,
bearing life through the Divine.

Can you feel Love overflowing
as the crowds are pressing near,
with arms outstretched and longing
in their hunger for God's grace
Every heartbeat pleading quietly
for a hope they cannot name,
in every soul a deeper yearning
for an anchor that remains

Can you hear the gentle Comforter
in the hush that follows grief,
in the heaviness of our sorrows,
as it drips from aching hearts?
Feel the hand that rests upon you
with kindness not of this earth
for its tenderness is deeper
than the weight of all your hurt

Can you feel the perfect Healer
In the places you've tried to hide,
As forgivness pours like rivers,
Over old wounds you've carried long?
See the morning rise in mercy
where the darkest shadows end;
like a dawn that breaks the silence,
light returns to you again

And can you behold the Brightness
shattering the deepest nights
see its glow in every corner,
see its gleam in unshed tears?
For the darkness holds no power
to command the final word;
it is Light that breaks forever
darkness' grip on this old world

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