Lord at Thy Birth

Silent night, holy night,
Son of God, love's pure light;
Radiant beams from thy holy face,
With the dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.
Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.

Whether we acknowledge it or not, it's still true.

If we choose to bow before Him or not, He's still King.

So let's approach the Lord like the shepherds did back then—

in the company of others,

making our way to Him in a hurry,

undistracted by the cares of career, 

eager to tell others the Christmas good news.