When Words Turn

Candles glow in window light,
Snow falls soft, the world feels kind,
We sing the songs we learned by heart,
Never asking where they start.
Wrapped in bells and lullabies,
Truth sleeps softly in disguise,
Every word feels warm and safe,
Till you feel the shift in weight.

They taught us faith was something pure,
Never taught us how words bend and lure.

Be-lie-f… whispered like a prayer,
A truth wrapped gently in thin air,
Christmas sings of holy bliss,
But sounds a lot like Christ-mess.
Nothing loud, nothing mean,
Just meanings slipping in between,
If words can twist, if letters play,
What else have we learned this way?

Red and gold, a smiling face,
Promises of earned embrace,
“Be good now, child, don’t ask why,”
Someone’s always watching from the sky.
A gift for those who don’t resist,
A list, a judge, a gentle fist,
Rearrange what you were told,
Watch the story start to fold.
Pre-Chorus
No horns, no fire, no burning gate,
Just mirrors rearranging fate.
Chorus
Be-lie-f… sweet and slow,
A truth we feel but never know,
Christmas dressed in sacred dress,
Hides softly in a Christ-mess.
Santa laughs, a friendly grin,
Shuffle letters, look again,
Same old sound, a different skin,
Funny how close the line is thin.

No blame, no fear, no grand reveal,
Just noticing what words conceal,
Light doesn’t shout, it doesn’t fight,
It waits till you can see at night.
Maybe truth was never lost,
Just buried deep beneath the gloss.

Be-lie-f… if you choose,
Or let the meaning come unglued,
Christmas can be quiet still,
When stripped of guilt and bought-for will.
And Santa? Just a story told,
A mask of red, a heart of gold,
Same letters, different way,
Words decide how we obey.

Winter turns, the light returns,
No sermon here, no bridges burned,
Just silence where the truth can rest,
Beyond the mess…
Beyond the mess.