Whats all this hectic rush and worry'
Where go these crowds who run and curry'
Why all the lightsthe Christmas trees'
The jolly “fat man,” tell me please!
Why, dont you know? This is the day
For parties and for fun and play;
Why this is Christmas!
So this is Christmas, do you say'
But where is Christ this Christmas day'
Has He been lost among the throng'
His voice drowned out by empty song'
No. Hes not hereyoull find Him where
Some humble soul now kneels in prayer,
Who knows the Christ of Christmas.
But see the many aimless thousands
Who gather on this Christmas Day,
Whose hearts have never yet been opened,
Or said to Him, “Come in to stay.”
In countless homes the candles burning,
In countless hearts expectant yearning
For gifts and presents, food and fun,
And laughter till the day is done.
But not a tear of grief or sorrow
For Him so poor He had to borrow
A crib, a colt, a boat, a bed
Where He could lay His weary head.
Im tired of all this empty celebration,
Of feasting, drinking, recreation;
Ill go instead to Calvary.
And there Ill kneel with those who know
The meaning of that manger low,
And find the Christthis Christmas.
I leap by faith across the years
To that great day when He appears
The second time, to rule and reign,
To end all sorrow, death, and pain.
In endless bliss we then shall dwell
With Him who saved our souls from hell,
And worship Christnot Christmas!