In a universe replete with Space and Time and Bounty,
the Sign of the Times reads “No Room In The Inn.”
Conceived first in the Mind of God, and then in Mother’s womb.
There remains but little of Time for you.
Come home to My Arms, O Little One.
Outside of Time, in Mysterious Space,
My Angels will sing you a welcome.
Home, now, the Sonshine of Father’s Face.