The Week Before Christmas
I wrote this a few years ago and just came across it tonight. Thought you might enjoy it even though it is the night before Christmas instead of a week before.
‘Twas the week before Christmas, just look up and down
People are planning their trip out of town
Children all wait for that last bell to ring
And everywhere you hear those carols we sing
Parties are ending as workers hearts turn
Toward trips to feel the old home fires burn
But suddenly there rose a voice quiet and still
Coming to us from atop an old hill
The voice is from old, the message still new
Proclaiming the birth of a Savior for you
He was born in a manger and slept in the hay
He died on a cross and rose the third day
“Born to die, new life to bring”
This is the news the angels sing
People pass this voice and slow
‘Twas the week before Christmas, just look up and down
People are planning their trip out of town
Children all wait for that last bell to ring
And everywhere you hear those carols we sing
Parties are ending as workers hearts turn
Toward trips to feel the old home fires burn
But suddenly there rose a voice quiet and still
Coming to us from atop an old hill
The voice is from old, the message still new
Proclaiming the birth of a Savior for you
He was born in a manger and slept in the hay
He died on a cross and rose the third day
“Born to die, new life to bring”
This is the news the angels sing
People pass this voice and slow
Something is here that they should know
Their hearts are heavy, they seem lost in thought
And suddenly remember a present they forgot
The voice continues, though no one can hear
The reason for Christmas is so very clear
Can anyone hear that voice quiet and still?
We are all so busy, I’m not sure we will
Their hearts are heavy, they seem lost in thought
And suddenly remember a present they forgot
The voice continues, though no one can hear
The reason for Christmas is so very clear
Can anyone hear that voice quiet and still?
We are all so busy, I’m not sure we will
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