Beneath the sky, where shepherds knelt,
A humble story of love was felt.
Not in splendor or kingly might,
But in a manger, came the Light.
Through silent fields, the angels sang,
As heaven’s glory to earth it rang.
“Glory to God, and peace to men,
For Christ is born in Bethlehem!”
A child so tender, yet divinely bold,
The prophecies of ages foretold.
A Savior to heal, to mend, to guide,
A King whose love would never divide.
The cross loomed near, the mission clear,
To conquer death, dispel all fear.
And yet, in swaddling cloth He lay,
A babe who’d guide the world’s lost way.
This is Christmas, the gospel’s call:
God’s love incarnate, given to all.
Let hearts arise, let praises ring,
For Christ is born, the Savior King.
