The True Gift

Chills are racing, through the air, no time to waste, no time to spare, looking here, and looking there, can't seem to find, it anywhere! Searching for, that special thing, a nice new coat, a shiny ring, a fancy tie, a child's swing, at last I found, the newborn king! Such busy times, it's hard to stay, along the path, so dark and grey, but when the burden, begins to weigh, just kneel down and start to pray! The Christmas gifts, that you must buy, for kids to open, and raise up high, don't even know, the reason why, that one was born, and had to die! To give us what, were searching for, the life and love, for ever more, the faith that's lost, he shall restore, he's knocking now, just open the door! Accept the gift, that's offered to you, from the one, who's honest and true, full of compassion, and moral virtue, so you may be born, again and renew!