Oh Lord,
On this night You were born to save,
this broken world from its own decay.
You gave up everything to become a man,
for that was Your father's master plan.
So while angels and shepherds worshipped You that day,
we just seem to get lost along the way.
We come before you with our hearts all hidden,
by the wrapping and ribbons and the gifts we've been given.
The meaning of your birth gets lost in the crowds,
shopping at the malls with their heads in the clouds.
It used to be simple, this day was for you,
oh, how I wish this year that this could have been true.
So Father help me to find my way back,
to the true meaning of Christmas that we all seem to lack.
May Christmas become a day about you,
instead of the presents and all the things that we do.
Birthdays, far from home
14 years ago