And I heard your name in the distance of the bells, announcing that your arrival was near. In the voices of the church hidden in the bells, with every beat, your loving presence filled the world, pleased it with hope, endowed it with life, and imbued it with peace.
And the bells rang, and the Redeemer was approaching. The bells rang, fear and hatred had been overcome. Oh, blessed are those of us who joyfully welcome your arrival; with love, we shall be embraced on the day you are born. Peace will prevail, hatred will fall. Hope for the good-hearted will abound; desolation will come to none.
Divine joy and grace for your new church. Love and reconciliation for those who, following your example, have deliberately chosen to love—not just to love those with whom we sympathize but to love, with that Christian love you taught us, even those who have wronged us, with that Christian love you instilled in us nearly 2,000 years ago...
I heard the bells, Christmas had arrived. Love triumphed in a difficult land; hatred perished. Hope marched through the streets, joy nestled in hearts. Peace prevailed in a distant land; resentment yielded. Forgiveness lived in our hearts; grudges were forgotten.
Christmas came, Love triumphed.