The Babe wrapped in swaddling, so soundly He slept,
While Mary and Joseph, in their arms kept,
Our hope for the future, the peace for our lives,
The love that’s enduring, the joy from on high.
This gift to each one.  At last we could see
That Truth had come to set us all free.

This Christmas may not be a perfect rose bed.
There are struggles and painful battles ahead.
Was that not how it was for the Infant that night,
Who came to teach us what’s wrong and what’s right?

If we feel less merry, than all of the rest.
If we’re feeling down, not feeling our best.
If we feel life has lost, a bit of its zest,
This Christmas can still be a Christmas that’s blessed.

We can feel the Infant’s warm love shining bright.
We can keep that warmth in our hearts and in sight.
We can ponder the silence of that first Christmas night.
We can cast off all fear, all worries and fright.

This Christmas our souls can align with His will.
We can take time to be quiet and still.
Our minds can be peaceful and freed from distress.
We can give Him our cares, discard all duress.

We can trust as Christ trusted, with Him as our guest.
As He rested with Mary, in God’s arms we can rest.
When the day is near over, and the lights have grown dim,
We can make time to be still and silent with Him.

When we look to the Infant, with grace from above.
The Babe in the manger still brings us His love.