‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town,
Joseph searched for a bed, but none could be found.
And anxiously watching and guiding with care,
A heavenly angel led Joseph to where
The virgin in labor could birth her God-son.
The Word in the flesh, salvation had come.
In the cool of the cave, the back of this stable,
‘midst lambs for the temple, they rigged up a cradle.
Then out on the hillside a bright light did shatter
The midnight discussions of things men thought mattered.
The shepherds fell prostrate, trembling with dread
Afraid that the angels would strike them all dead.
“Fear not!” said an angel, “I bring you good news!
Great joy to all people, (not just to you Jews.)
This day is born the Christ, Lord and Savior.
You’ll find him swaddled, asleep in a manger.
The darkest night of the year now gave way
To a fullness of light much brighter than day
The hosts of the angels burst forth with their praises
Singing, “Glory to God, goodwill to all races!”
Leaping, and crying and laughing with joy
The shepherds took off in search of the boy.
Born helpless, impoverished, in the lowliest place,
Was the almighty, the ruler, creator of Space.
They were the first Christians, these shepherds who
Believed what the angels said to be true.
Followed by wisemen from far away nations.
Leading the way, blessing all generations.
Wise men will seek him, to worship and praise
Fools try to destroy him, their own do they raze.
Born King of kings, he could not be halted
To victory, with death on a cross, was exalted.
Halleluiah, he’s risen, sing joy to the world!
The story of Christmas to all must be told!
Worthy is he, the lamb that was slain,
He purchased our pardon, Halleluiah! He reigns!