The sun went home that evening,
History was seeking a new meaning.
The prophecies were to come to pass,
During the hours of secrecy,a baby to be born.
The stars twinkled and blinked,
Is this the one you chose?,
They appealed to their master.
The rulers of the heavens inquired,
A mere mortal balancing the fate of all?
The whole of the universe looked puzzling.
The gods and goddesses rose up,
They couldn't see where it will lead to.
Then He stood and looked down to the earth,
A world low by their standards,
A mere hand grasp of the cosmos,
He looked at the frail babe
And He spoke,
That's my son!
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