When Christmas tide's fine spirit does pervade
Our hearts, our minds, our spirits to reflect
A babe so gently in a manger laid
Whom many loved and many did reject.
The Christ was sent to guide us from our gloom
To ransom us from out a dark despair
And free us from the grasp of Satan's doom
At Christ's arrival did the trumpets blare.
For God so loved the world, He gave His Son
So everyone could find peace and great joy
In life, no greater prize could e'er be won
No greater source of love could we employ.
True Christmas spirit just cannot be found
Where images of Christ do not abound. |
