Over our city falls the fog,
clouding its wintry lights,
shrouding our spirited homes
with the blanket of the night.
Over our city fog descends,
imposing a cumbersome pall,
closing our eyes so early
that our spirits, too, might fall.
Over our hearts the clouds depress,
trying to crush our zeal,
eyeing to snuff the torches
that deep inside we feel.
Over our hearts remain the clouds,
making their final play,
taking their precious time
to prod us with dismay.
But over the clouds our lanterns shine,
boasting our vigorous fire,
toasting to one another
a cheer that lifts us higher.
Over the clouds our lanterns beam,
sharing their glorious hue,
wearing with mirth and gladness
a flame that kindles true.
Over the fog our hearts blaze on,
casting aside the haze,
lasting long into the night
as far as the eye will gaze.
Over the fog our hearts will glow,
beaming throughout the town,
gleaming the light of the world
until heaven itself comes down.
Long ago was the prophecy told
of a boy that would grace the earth;
it was writ of him that he would uphold
the throne of David from birth.
He shall be called Wonderful Counselor,
Mighty God, and Prince of Peace,
likewise our Father who lasts forever,
whose reign will never cease.
Though he was born in just a trough
as he descended from heaven, his home,
and though he left us, pierced on a cross,
resurrected, he sits enthroned.
Humbly our King stepped down from above
counting his glory no loss;
for Jesus came to show mercy and love
to the outcast, to the lost.
Christ the Lord was righteous and just
seeking not riches or fame;
he only sought to find men he could trust
that would spread the gospel, his name.
Even as Jesus was hung on the cross,
he asked his Father to forgive,
yet our souls cannot even fathom the cost
of what Christ our Savior did.
Three days later he rose from the depths,
saving us all from our sin;
never could we measure the breadth
of the love he showers us in.
This boy who was born many years ago,
by shepherd and wisemen adored,
is also the one by whom we will go
as we fall at the feet of our Lord.
There in the manger his body lay,
Wrapped in his mother’s arms;
For there was no other place to stay
To keep this child warm.
The night was quiet and filled with peace
As shepherds came to see,
Just as the wisemen from the east,
Down on bended knee.
They brought their gifts of good intent,
All they had to spare:
Myrrh, gold, and frankincense
They laid before him there.
But little did these gentlemen know
What this boy would do;
Not even his parents who watched him grow
Could have known what Jesus knew.
This baby boy all wrapped in cloth
Was God in flesh from above;
He had come to rescue the lost,
To let them feel his love.
This little babe so still and sweet
Is our redeeming King;
One day in heaven, Him we’ll meet
And praises we will sing.
Christmas is the time of year
We think of this young boy,
But always we should have this cheer
For Christ is our true joy.