To Believe

Ancient stories passed down through the ages Written in weathered books with tattered pages Some believe, some doubt, others couldn't care less The debate rages on, the truth being anyone's guess Was he man? Was he spirit? Did he actually die for our sins? The answers remain as elusive as nature's warm restless winds To believe is a personal choice that resides deep in the heart Others unable to choose, thus wandering forever in the dark So celebrate if you will, tis the season so prescribed Honoring the memory of this man the books so eloquently describe