Carols sing of ancient promise,
Hope born under a shining star.
Reaching to a world so darkened,
In love He drew close those off far.
Sinners find their debts forgotten,
Told that they are lost no more.
Mary, Joseph, baby Jesus,
Amazing truth, not made up lore.
So thankfully by trees we gather,
Donning joy and season’s cheer.
All the while remembering Jesus;
Yes, to our hearts his love held dear.
by Kevin Phillips