War your poets, it's Christmas. I wrote a poem. John's making me read it. I hope you like it. What if he had not come? A rescue for lost souls that still stood undone? What if he had not come? Men still waiting and prophets still praying? Mary's arms empty, the battle not won. What if he had not come? God not as man are sinned weight in tons. The siege of our captors still not begun? What if he had not come? Men without hope and washed over with pain, holding their breath for a Savior's gain? Then the night came 400 years past, a silence which every waiting man could grasp. A baby, a king, a God man as child. He awakened new hopes. His glory was wild. The star that declared his majesty bright was hailed by angels raptured with delight. And so he arrived as promise became true and began the exchange, his life for you. The answer, the remedy, the rescuer came near. He himself stood where we fall in fear. He conquered the enemy so vast and so grave, forcing death back to a defeated rage. Eternity delivered, salvation won. Our king secured heaven. He'd finally come. Merry Christmas.