Christmas

Up in the sky,
On this night the angels did cry,
“Glory, Glory, to you this night,
A Savior born to end your plight.”

A start shone bright,
For the light,
Brought this one night.
Pointing the way,
To the babe that would lay,
In a manger full of hay.

A babe born to save man,
Following God’s ultimate plan.
As a man he’ll die,
On the cross, he’ll cry,
“Forgive them Father,
for they do not know what they do.”

For the sheep that he led,
His own blood did he shed.
To wash us clean of our sins,
To lead us back to God again.

Up in the sky,
On this night the angels did cry,
“Glory, Glory, to you this night,
A Savior born to end your plight.”