A child was born in Bethlehem
many years ago.
In a small and humble stable,
(there was no place else to go).

Above the little manger shown
the Star of Bethlehem.
Sparkling like a diamond rare,
a bright and shining gem.

It kept a lonely vigil there
in the midnight sky.
Like a beacon to the world
and every passer-by.

From Heaven’s stately mansions came
Angels singing praise.
Announcing His arrival
as on Him they did gaze.

Then appearing to the shepherds
who were frightened at the sight.
Proclaiming the good tidings of
The Savior’s birth that night.

And testifying to the world
of His calling so divine.
That we would hear His teachings
and believe on every line.

Many faithful people came
in haste from miles around.
They knelt in awe and wonder when
the Christ Child they had found.

The rich, the poor, the curious,
the healthy and the lame.
Shepherds, Kings and Wise men,
from every land they came.

To see this precious miracle
and worship at His side.
That they might feel His spirit
and with Him, might abide.

Gifts they brought from every land,
gold, frankincense and myrrh.
In honor of The Christ Child,
an event beyond compare.

They knelt in silent reverence
knowing not what lay in store.
But trusting in the promise of
true peace forever more.

Christmases have come and gone
since this miracle occurred.
Each time we’ve knelt in solemn prayer
in remembrance of our Lord.

We’ve celebrated this event
in oh so many ways.
We honor Him with dignity
in song and verse and praise.

Carols, presents and Christmas trees,
traditions we all love.
But the birth of our dear Savior
transcends all else above.