It was dark.

The world was dark. The people felt it.

They understood darkness.

Dark governments, dark families, dark hearts.

The words of Isaiah fell as a hope to the burdened listeners.
Dark eyes staring back at the prophet.
Oh, how they needed a Counselor, a Mighty God to free them.
Oh, how the broken home needed a Father who would never leave. Peace, Israel needed peace, of course they did. But an everlasting peace sounded like a fairy tale.

Imagine a government that was fair and just. Heads shake at the thought.
That will never happen or so they thought.
Yet the old prophet was certain, peering far away into the future to a time no one else could. To Israel the words were more like a hopeful dream. They could only wait and see if Isaiah's words were predictions, or ramblings of a crazed lunatic.

— December 1st One Baby For The World / Shari Tvrdik