An Old, Old Song

I sing an old song or so some declare
The song of a hillside and angel-filled air
The song of shepherds and Bethlehem
Some call it old or a vague tradition
But I sing this story so precious and dear
For this old, old story is new every year

I sing an old song of a lowly manger
A King of glory sent to earth a Stranger
I sing the song of three wise men
Who followed the Light to Bethlehem
Yet many will scoff if perchance they hear
This old, old story that is new every year

I sing an old story of wonderful love
The King of glory left Heaven above
Spotless perfection wore a robe of flesh
To bring us redemption and righteousness
Oh, I sing an old story of a cross and a crown
Of Jesus, who so-o-o-o loved us and came down…..

……down to a place where He knew he’d be hated
And killed by the very hands He created
Down from Heaven to a sin-cursed land
Jesus has come, bringing hope to each man
This old, old song takes my breath away
For this old, old song is new every day

How can a song of love become old?
Or in hearing it still we turn calloused and cold?
How can an offering of perfect love
Fail to convict us, assure us and prove
That this old, old song cannot pass away
For this old, old song is new every day

Janet~

And the angel said unto them,
‘Fear not, for behold I bring you good tiding of great joy
Which shall be to all people.
For unto you is born this day in the city of
David, a Savior who is Christ the Lord.
And this shall be a sign unto you;
You shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes,
Lying in a manger.’
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of
Heavenly host praising God and saying,
‘Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace, good-will toward men.’
Luke 2:10-14

…and when they saw the Star
They rejoiced with exceeding great joy! Matt 2:10