Gladsome Ditty
Gladsome ditty,
find my lost audacity;
a sad voice can become happy
among the gleaming lights of festivity!
Faces, with that aura of the good tidings,
give testimony and dimension to their sacred hymns;
the daughters and sons of the Nation,
join in the Yule-tide jolly celebration!
In the days of old,
Christmas dazzled with simplicity;
the Child Jesus was so adored,
today many doubt His divinity!
Gladsome ditty,
make the sunset's hues invite a star so solitary;
and after darkness is complete and groovy,
let it land in my palm and bring to Him joyfully!
Illuminate, o radiant star,
His humble place needing the presence of light
and stupefy the exulting angels guarding his sight!
And isn't this King deserving of a golden crown?
Gladsome ditty,
sound glorious and jubilant;
He is born to justify our fault,
to remind us of a forgotten humility!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
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