I went to the Christmas Eve service with my family, and while I was there I was struck again with the real meaning of Christmas. So often the Christmas story is just something we read every year, and it becomes so routine that we lose what it’s really all about. At least, I did. So I wrote this one, which is yet unnamed, mostly for me.
It’s Christmastime, a Child is born –
We know how the story goes.
The shepherds came, the wise men too,
To honor the Baby Lord.
On and on the story goes,
And we hear it again every year.
We read the words, we sing the songs
That welcome the Christ-child here.
But do we even really know
Just what this story means?
The story of Christmas is so much more
Than just what it seems.
This Baby Boy was the Son of God
Who chose to dwell on Earth.
Emmanuel, our God with us,
Was the Child of a virgin birth.
This little Boy, this Son of God,
Was the gift of a Father of love;
To the human race of a fallen world
He came from Heaven above.
After the manger, when the angels were gone,
This Child grew into a Man.
He came to us to give us peace
And bring us back to our Father again.
There was only one way to mend the gap;
He alone could pay the price.
The Lamb of God, the sinless Son
Was the perfect sacrifice.
All alone on a dark, sad day,
This Man died on a tree.
The gap was fixed; the cost was paid;
He brought hope to you and me.
So this Christmastime, as you sing the songs,
As you read the story once more,
Remember the meaning and the price that was paid;
Remember the veil Jesus tore.
Because of His gift we can come to our God,
We can live with Him forevermore.
Let this Christmas be the one that makes you
See Jesus like never before.