God's Christmas Gift
The festive spirit fills the air, And people's hearts are happy,
There's trees and lights and lots of toys 'Twill soon be Christmas Day;
So much is said of Santa Claus And of the gifts he gives,
So little is said of God's dear Son Whose own birthday it is.
Wild merriment is on every hand, They drink and dance and curse,
They must forget what Christmas is, Why Jesus came to earth;
If He should speak at Christmastime, I'm sure that He would say,
"I'd rather you My birth not keep Than do it in this way."
E'en as it was one bygone night In far off Bethlehem,
When Jesus in a manger lay, No room within the inn;
Today He's shut outside men's hearts, Hearts filled with sin and wrong,
They care not that with nail pierced hand He's knocked there oh so long.
They give their presents to their friends, Receive gifts from each one,
Neglecting God's great Christmas gift--He gave His only Son
To die upon the awful cross And pay our debt of sin,
To open wide the gates of Heaven And let us enter in.
The gift's still waiting at the tree, So few His Word believe,
Though offered freely to all men, They will not Christ receive;
The tree is just a cross of wood, Unsightly to behold,
But oh, the gift the dear Lord gives Is better far than gold.
There are no lights to light His tree, No decorations fine,
No pretty tinsel, balls, and bells That glitter, gleam, and shine;
Yet there are stains of His own blood To ransom our whole race,
There's light to guide the wanderer home That shines from His dear face.
Why should His gift rejected be? How God must grieve today!
When He has paid so great a price, Should Christ be turned away?
Oh! Open now your heart's door wide, Receive God's gift of love,
His joy and peace and grace He'll give, Eternal life above.
