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Part
10
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So where the Children
knelt to pray,
the light had come to a new day.
But Kringle moved ahead of light,
flying on throughout the night.
He'd flown so high, so far, so fast
he'd almost gone around at last
and circled the whole darkened world,
but down below him water curled
and though he searched both far and wide,
all he could see was ocean tide.
And worse, the reindeer seemed in pain;
each one, in turn, began to strain
and struggled to keep up the pace--
fatigue was showing on each face.
"It cannot be, they had their corn.
These deer should not feel tired, worn,
and yet, it seems they're getting sick.
I must reach land, and reach it quick."
But there was no land to be found,
for miles and miles and miles around
was only water, deep and black,
and it was too far to go back.
So slowly down the sleigh
did fly,
dropping sadly from the sky.
It spiraled down in awkward flight,
dropping through the Winter night
until, not very far below,
into the water they would go.
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"Oh, child of Yule, you should have
known," the Angel said, "You're not alone."
Though Kringle couldn't hear her then,
she heard him fine, as she heard men
and women pray, but most of all,
Elisabeth could hear the small.
The Children were her special care,
she always heard them everywhere.
She'd heard them praying through the night,
as Kringle went on in his flight.
And as they prayed through every hour,
the prayers had built tremendous power.
There is no power large as Love.
The smallest Child has power above
the greatest king or president
when that small Child has heaven sent
a prayer of quiet gratitude
for what is right and true and good.
The prayers had gone on through the night,
and now the magic of that might
flowed through the Angel's wings and down,
to form a magic globe around
the sleigh and all the reindeer too,
and once again the reindeer flew!
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