The Glorious Morning In Nazareth Poem by Idiongo Ebong

Where would my poor wretched soul be in the end?
If by any chance thou had changed thy precious mind
And hold back thy precious gift of your Son to me
When my own hand had dug for me my own grave

Where would my soul be
If there was no Christmas?

My greed and my flaws fast overwhelmed be
And cleared for me a beautiful road to the grave
I flew, with other souls, down to the abyss
But your love brought me out at Christmas

Where would my soul be
If there was no Christmas?

Thank you ye beautiful Christmas the rays of hope
The fulfilment of promise of old
The gift the brought us back to the light of life
That glorious morning in the land of Nazareth

Where would my soul be
If there was no Christmas?

Blessed be the beautiful womb of Christmas
Blessed be the sweet voices of the angels
Blessed be the shining stars
Blessed be the beautiful Christmas day

Where would my soul be
If there was no Christmas?