God Showed Up
Ours is a world of meanness, fear, and dissension
Filled with uncertainty, strife, and apprehension
A world fueled by selfish greed and profiteering
And false promises of those electioneering
A world filled with confusion, leaving us displaced
We try to understand, but still we are unbraced
The gains of labor are cancelled by inflation
Depleted further by burden of taxation
Driven by selfishness, people are afflicted
Wounded, broken, abused, hurt, sick, and addicted
Dreams are forgotten, lost on the slippery slope
Discouraged, depressed, hopeless, unable to cope
Two centuries ago, earth was a similar place
Angry, dark, mean, abusive, and in need of grace
People were in a hurry, seeking their own fame
Trying to get ahead, willing to shift the blame
Into this kind of world, the Lord Jesus was born
To deliver grace and peace to people forlorn
On mission to our planet that had blown a fuse
He came from heaven to deliver good news
Born of a virgin, as the prophets had foretold
Cradled in a manger, for the world to behold
A little baby boy, crying, making a fuss
They called him Immanuel, which means “God with us”.
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