Christmas season. Christmas time.
All the false smiling, all the hateful thoughts.
We rejoice in our shopping.
Hurrying, rushing..Stressed and tired.
Step over the discontent.
Ignore the hurting.
Spend, spend, spend.
Christ enters the hearts of
those who spend the most.
That is our message.
That is our mantra.

But it was not always so.
No, I cannot believe it was.

Once a Messiah, a Saviour
was born in Bethleham.

Silent night, holy night,
all welcome Emmanuel
born in a stable.

Angels and shepherds,
wisdom and truth,
shone like eager stars
waiting to explode.

The message was muddied
seconds after His death.

Christmas season. Christmas time.
All the false smiling, all the hateful thoughts.
We rejoice in our shopping.
Hurrying, rushing..Stressed and tired.
Step over the discontent.
Ignore the hurting.
Spend, spend, spend.
Christ enters the hearts of
those who spend the most.
That is our message.
That is our mantra.

Silent night, silent hearts
ignoring the placid embrace
of God who came to us.

O come, O come sweet Jesus
and
open our hearts again.

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