Eighth Day of Christmas

I am afraid after eight days of posting, my well is beginning to run dry. So today I will just give you one of my favorite Christmas songs, and resume writing tomorrow. Please excuse the unfortunate eighties apparel in the video.

In the first light of a new day no one knew he had arrived.
Things continued as they had been while a newborn softly cried
But the heavens wrapped in wonder knew the meaning of his birth.
In the weakness of a baby they knew God had come to earth.

As his mother held him closely it was hard to understand
That her baby, not yet speaking, was the word of God to man.
He would tell them of his kingdom but their hearts would not believe
They would hate him and in anger they would nail him to a tree

But the sadness would be broken as the song of life arose
And the firstborn of creation would ascend and take his throne.
He had left it to redeem us but before his life began,
He knew he’d come back, not as a baby, but as the Lord of every man.

Hear the angels as they’re singing on the morning of his birth!
But how much greater will their song be when he comes again, when he comes again!
Hear the angels as they’re singing on the morning of his birth!
But how much greater will their song be when he comes to rule the earth!