'tis the season for Love

easy to disbelieve the unseen, the misunderstood benevolence of a great spiritual truth, considered esoteric by some

it took an infant seemingly helpless
(all God’s holy heaven host watching)
soft flesh ’n blood in a rocky barren land
who withstood all assault
who walked, worked, and was there
he gave sight to blind people
took fish ’n bread ’n multiplied it
and distributed his light everywhere he went
chased out spirits evil that were making some crazy
made so many well who’d been sick
(an’ he’s still doin’ it today)
evil fallen watchers were watching him trying hard
trying hard to kill him, make him stumble
trying hard to make him use violence
hard to make him stumble
hard to accuse him, hard to make humans hate him
hard to make people curse him, hard to make ’em lie about him
evil fallen watchers used trances, dances, wizardry, black arts magical,
all manner of demon powers and spat in his face
(still goes on today)
and he the child who entered into our physical realm
he without violence 
let them perform violence upon him
it’s how he defeated the illuminated one, lucifer
the enemy of man’s soul
he without violence
let them perform violence upon him
let them nail his naked innocent form on a wooden cross
(roman invention for criminals of the lowest kind)
and this is how the son of God
(love in human flesh)
defeated the evil one, criminal of the lowest kind
(we’re no match for him)
hater of man who eats men’s souls and spits ’em out
the son rose, oh holy night the stars are brightly shining
the hater of man fights still, his time of end is near
oh happy day