One Holy Night

One holy night a Child was born;

A tiny Son was given.

The shepherds rushed to see His face,

And angels sang in Heaven.

His name was Jesus, Savior;

He came to set us free

From sin and death and Satan's pow'r;

The blind, He made to see.

He healed the sick; He raised the dead,

The leper, He made clean.

The wind and waves obeyed His voice;

Such pow'r had never been seen.

Yet tenderly, He blessed each child;

With those He loved, He wept.

This gentle Shepherd led His sheep;

In poverty, He slept.

One dreadful day they took Him,

And nailed Him to a tree.

He'd said, "If I be lifted up,

I'll draw all men to Me."

His body lay inside a tomb,

And guards stood watch nearby.

Three days and nights His friends asked God,

"Why did He have to die?"

One wondrous day He came alive;

An empty grave to prove

That He had conquered sin and death

Because of His great love.

One day He's coming back again,

The Prince of Peace, our King.

We'll worship Him before His throne,

And with the angels, sing.

Copyright © 2015  Judy Strattan

MERRY CHRISTMAS!