| The Reason |
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What is the meaning of Christmas? Why do we celebrate the day? Do we know the true meaning, Or is it just another reason to be gay? What about the lights in the windows Or the trimming of the tree? What about the presents and their wrappings, And gifts that are given to you and me? We all go along, so merrily, As music fills the air. What would happen to this world If the reason wasn't there? Do you think of the old story That is told of long ago, How a babe come to be born In a manger; so meek and low ... The wise men that came following A star, so shiny and bright, To bring gifts to the babe Who was born on that night? Angels made the music, Sang glory to God on high. 'Peace on earth, good will to men' Was this baby's lullaby. I say all of that to say just this one thing. Jesus is the reason for the season. Glory to the new born King. |
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