The horses in the stable went wild,

They knew of the coming dark storm,

All gathered around the sweet new born child,

To keep him in safety, a circle to form.

The child felt them near and smiled in his sleep.

The howling wind, destruction outside,

A world gone in flames, no faith left to keep!

With darkness unfolding, no place left to hide.

The baby woke up and saw the ordeal,

He turned his big eyes to heaven above,

Comanding the wind, the fire, the steel,

In the name of The Father, in the name of Love.

Two thousand years after, the world has gone wild.

So hard to confide in the sweet new born child

That came in the Light, the Dark to transform!

Two thousand years after, our hearts to reform,

Let’s be, once again, pure, tender and mild!

We know of the coming dark storm…