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The Advent Journey

Arriving tired, unsure, alone, 
So much to carry on their own.

A place of wonder, a heavenly sound,
A frightening glory all around.

A helpless baby, a mystical night,
A gift from Heaven to give you sight.

A caravan of seers, journeying long,
The fragrant scent of death their song.

The inner longing, embrace this day,
The saviour calls, a holy way.

It’s time to live again.

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