The Christmas Light

In little obscure Bethlehem Two thousand years ago God's precious Son descended there His Father's love to show. He lived amongst humanity For thirty-three-long years, Intensely laboring for peace With blood, and sweat and tears. He took the time to talk and laugh And mingle among men. For He had lots of enemies, ‘Tho He made many friends. He surely was the one true Light Here in this dark, dark world Where gloomy darkness, pain and grief In all despair unfurled. While that true candle burns yet still The world remains in night. ‘Twill burn until He comes again In the fullness of His Light.