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To shepherds dwelling in the fields
one dreary night so long ago
lo there appeared an angel bright
telling of Christ, the savior’s birth.

The babe you’ll find in swaddling clothes
in manger rough and lined with straw.
With joy the heavenly choir sang
of peace on earth, goodwill to men.

Quickly the shepherds went to see
the savior baby Christ the Lord.
And O the joy that filled their hearts
as they beheld the God-sent babe.

Instead of shrine to worship him
their hearts became his dwelling place.
They shared the news with all they met
bidding them, accept the savior.

Around age two the wise men came
in search of Christ the infant king.
And when they found him whom they sought
they gave the gifts which they had brought.
  
Down through the corridor we’ve come
and have a day we’ve set aside
to celebrate the savior’s birth
yet for him our hearts have no room.

We grope in darkness like the blind
while rejecting the source of light.
Fatigued by war, we seek for peace
but for its prince we have no place.

And how we love to receive gifts
of things that bring no lasting joy
but as for God’s most precious gift
we’ve turned our backs saying, no thanks.

We claim to celebrate Christ’s birth
but loathe the mention of his name.
Instead, we sing of Santa Claus
and Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer.

Then there are those who claim to be
the children of the savior dear
They go to church on Christmas eve
their yearly duty to fulfill.

It's time to end the great charade
If Christ is Savior, heed his call
join nobles, wise men, shepherds, all 
and let him save you from the fall.

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