Christmas to me

He came to us a long time ago.

Almost silently, tho His coming was foretold.

A Savior is born, A Savior is born.

His Name, Emmanuel.

God became flesh, moved into the hood.

He came fully knowing, but few understood.

A Savior is born, A Savior is born.

His Name, Jesus Christ.

He came for one reason, one reason alone.

To free us from bondage, and bring us home.

A Savior is born, A Savior is born.

His Name, Righteous and True.

He laid down His life, was nailed to a tree.

The only perfect scarfice that would save you and me.

A Savior is born, A Savior is born.

His Name, the Lamb of God.

Three days later, just has He foretold.

He rose from the dead, so we would know.

A Savior is born, A Savior is born.

His Name, Lord of Lords.

This Christmas day, as you frolic with family and friends.

Remember and give thanks, this story doesn't end.

He's coming back again!

Richard.

What a sight.

What a sight we must be from Your vantage.

Darting about, not sure what to do, afraid and confused.

What a sight we must be. as You look down upon us.

Some full of themselves, yet without a clue.

Some frighten and cowering, not knowing what to do.

I must confess at times I'd be laughing, if I were looking down.

Yet, I'm not sure that's what You do.

For there's an immense sense of sadness in this from just what I see.

What a sight we must be, as we stagger and fall.

What a sight we must be, to a Lover who calls.

What a sight we must be, through eyes filled with tear.

What a sight we must be, as we struggle down here.

What a sight we must be, what pain we must cause.

To the One, who's waiting for us to answer His Call.

What a sight we must be, what pain we must cause.

To the One, who's is waiting for us to answer His Call.

Richard.