She came to us in the night, unannounced, unexpected.
He came to us in the night, unannounced, unexpected.
She stood at my bedside like a flame, setting my heart alight with love.
He stood like a flame, setting hearts alight with Love.
She came because she knew I was wounded.
He came because He knew we were wounded.
My sister came to lift me up.
He came to lift us up.
He came to us—to earth—to save a weary world.
And don’t we need it now. The Joy of the Season. The Joy of the Light and the Music and the Laughter. The Joy of His Love in our hearts.
Christmas. The Joy of Jesus born in our hearts. Born to save a weary, wounded soul. Born to save a weary, wounded world.