Ave Regina coelorum

Forged by fire of a smith's hand
From molten form comes symbol of power
Elegance carved into each corner of imperial metal
Symbol of wealth and blood of sovereign accord

Vibration of rhythmic hymns to Queen of the Heavens
Dutiful monks of ages past treading softly over stone
Ghosts of incense drifting lazily in lofty heights
Find the faithful on bended knee reverently clutching

Of coronations and lay of state in centuries past
Courts of countries pass through hallowed halls
Crusades beginning in pronouncement of God's will
Balance of sovereign power dully colliding in ancient realms

Spires reaching towards lofty heavens
Carved dedications to pursuit of holy heights
Symbols of national treasures abounding within
Echoing scenes of red music of burning glass

The Reason for the Season

Through the night sky a star so bright,
Travelers of a different land guided at night,
Beast of burden with cherished essence and spice,
An entourage to escort kings of thrice,

A census city full at every Inn,
A dark manger the only space for a night to spend,
Man's earthly possessions secured in their pen,
The only place to rest for a holy virgin,

Stories shared among friends of a shepherd's fire,
Watches of lamb and ewe that will not tire,
Conversations broken by announcement of a heavenly choir,
The arrival of Immanuel in line with David's sire,

At a time when only a Father would see fit,
Came favored grace from the Spirit,
The birth of the Son sent to every nation.
To bring a lost world an eternal salvation.