In a quiet town beneath the stars,
A child was born where hope lay thin,
No crown, no throne, no royal guard—
Just love wrapped warm in Bethlehem.
The angels sang what hearts had missed:
That God drew near in human frame,
A fragile cry, a mother’s arms,
The mighty clothed in meekness came.
He came for shepherds, lost and tired,
For broken souls and searching eyes,
For every heart that aches for peace
And lifts its prayers into the skies.
No golden gifts could match this grace,
No power rival heaven’s choice—
The Word made flesh, the Light of life,
Arrived as mercy, not as noise.
So every Christmas, candles glow
To tell the world what love has done:
That God is with us, here and now,
In Jesus Christ, His holy Son.
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