Into a dark and sin-filled world
A blessed babe was born.
To rescue men with blackened hearts
He came that Christmas morn.
A promised King, at last arrived,
His parents tired and worn.
No one to welcome their new Son,
With Kingly robes adorn.
How could all men with cold, black hearts
Display contempt and scorn?
For the One who came to offer them
New life in Him, reborn.
He hung upon a cross to die,
Forsaken and forlorn.
To bear my sins and on Himself
He took my shame and scorn.
Blood of red spilled from His side.
He like a sheep was shorn—
Stripped and beaten, nailed and mocked.
His crown, a crown of thorns.
“Abba, Father,” was His cry;
His Mother, nearby, mourned.
And from the temple came the sound.
The veil, at last, was torn!
Ring out the bells, sing out the news,
Let heralds sound their horns!
A promised King, at last, arrived;
A blessed babe is born.
And now, He does, with robes of white
The righteous ones adorn.
To all who come and humbly bow,
To all who’ve been reborn—
Rejoice in Him. Sing out your praise.
Let Him, your life, adorn!
And celebrate the birth of Christ
This year on Christmas morn.