One Christmas Eve

He was a loving father
Gentle master of his home
But all alone against their love for God
No Savior of his own
Unmoved and softly cynical of those he thought naive
God come to earth? A virgin birth?
No, how could anybody believe?
His Christmas evening solitaire
Beside the fire's glow
Out of the window tiny sparrows
In the spell of chilling snow
And moved with deep compassion
With a redeeming plan he rose
And tried in vain to gather them
To a shelter from the killing winter cold
Oh, but simple creature seldom comprehend the ways of man
Sometimes love expressed is never met with doubt and fear
He thought if I could only fly among you
I know I could make you understand
Just for a moment walk beside you, I know it would all be clear
And even before the thought had left his mind
Christmas bells from far away
Reminded him of simple truth he'd denied until that very day
How Jesus was born the Savior
Walked this earth with mortal man
Another soul brought safely home
And Christmas would never be the same again.
-Wayne Watson

Every knee shall bow
Every nation sing
The Child of Bethlehem is the King of Kings