LYRIC FOR SALE

By Thorsten Gabriel

The night was calm the fields were wide
A winter hush across the land
Then suddenly a light appeared
Too close too slow too bright to stand
It wasn’t star nor flame nor storm
It moved with purpose from afar
And in its glow a child was born
The child of the quiet star

No angels sang no bells were rung
No shepherds gathered in the cold
But every heart that felt the night
Knew something ancient had been told
He didn’t cry like newborns do
He only breathed as if he knew
The world was waiting for a sign
To learn what light can lead us to

He came from silence
He came from light
Not to be worshipped
But to remind
That every soul
Must choose its way
Before the dawn
Of Christmas Day
He is no savior
No earthly son
He is the message
We become

I found him lying in the reeds
A glow around his fragile frame
He looked at me with quiet eyes
That somehow knew my hidden shame
No judgment lived within his gaze
No fear no doubt no earthly ties
Just something vast and far away
A truth descending from the skies

He spoke without a single word
A thought that echoed through my chest
He said the world forgets its heart
When fear becomes its only guest
He showed me futures made of dust
And cities drowning in their greed
But also hands that choose to heal
And souls that rise when others bleed

He came from silence
He came from light
Not to be worshipped
But to remind
That every soul
Must choose its way
Before the dawn
Of Christmas Day
He is no savior
No earthly son
He is the message
We become

He is no savior
No chosen one
Just a quiet star
That taught us
How to shine