It was the night before Christmas
And all through the world
Everything looked like business as usual
Shepherds sat on a hillside
Looking up at the stars
While the world fell asleep
Unaware just how deep
Was the darkness the night before Christmas
And the night before Christmas
It seemed to be just a night
But the wind blew like something was coming
And like children with secrets
That they're bursting to tell
The cedars danced in the breeze
While all of nature it seemed
Held its breath on the night before Christmas
And hope, hope long awaited
The Hope of the ages
Would break with the dawn
And the song that all of creation was anticipating
Would start with a baby's first cry
And on the night before Christmas
Mary lay down to rest
While Joseph, he paced the floor praying
And in an everyday stable
In an everyday town
In the hours to come
God would wrap Himself up
And come down from heaven
And the world would forever be changed
After the night before Christmas
Steven Curtis Chapman
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
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