Based
on Daniel 7:13-14; Luke 2.
'Twas
the night before Christmas and all through the realm,
ev'ry
creature was stirring, with God at the helm.
The
messengers sent to the shepherds with care,
near
Bethlehem Judea, town chosen most fair.
At
the stable there gathered just a few who'd see,
the
birth of Lord Jesus, the King of the free.
The
centuries of prophets came down to a day,
the
Day of the ages, of God's Holy say.
But
the night before Christmas was a solemn affair,
'round
the throne of the Father, who was sending Him there.
For
long in the past before the dawn of mankind,
the
Son was the sacrifice of God's own design.
Sacrifice
most terrible but lovely indeed,
sacrifice
most precious, destined to bleed.
And
there at throne of the Ancient of Days,
was
presented the Son, with the angels' hoorays!
The
Son of Man then before union was made,
received
power and glory, for a kingdom yet laid.
Its
purpose was mighty - to rule all the earth,
in
peace and justice and Almighty mirth.
But
one thing was needed 'fore kingdom could be,
a
people who'd worship on free-bended knee.
On
the night before Christmas there waited a crown,
for
the one who was going to that little town.
But
thorns were its make-up, and sin was its cost,
and
before the kingdom there waited the Cross.