The Atheist Christmas Carol

It's the season of grace coming out of the void Where a man is saved by a voice in the distance It's the season of possible miracle cures Where hope is currency and death is not the last unknown Where time begins to fade And age is welcome home It's the season of eyes meeting over the noise And holding fast with sharp realization It's the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention You are safe here you know now Don't forget Don't forget I love I love I love you It's the season of scars and of wounds in the heart Of feeling the full weight of our burdens It's the season of bowing our heads in the wind And knowing we are not alone in fear Not alone in the dark --- The Atheist Christmas Carol - Vienna Teng