As we rise this morn and look to the hills, the son rises over.
His star, shining bright against the backdrop of night, the seraphim stand in awe.
The birth of a child, holiness rending the night.
Warriors stand guard, awaiting the coming of the great King. Should they fight? Is his reign threatening?
Kings and emperors seek their signs, what could they mean?
For today we witness the birth of the one true King and the rise of the strangest nation.
It is not for reindeer or gifts or sleigh that we celebrate this winter day.
The start, the flash, of the immortal come to inhabit this earthly portal.
The birth of the one who battles not with sword or arrow, but with holiness and power.
The beginning of a new kind of people who follow a new kind of way.
For it is not flesh against flesh or…
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