Once it didn’t mean so much,
that baby in the manger.
I’d known His story from my youth,
but still He was a stranger.
That baby born in Bethlehem
so new and pure and sweet,
Who’d give His life for all mankind
was Someone I had yet to meet.
The seasons changed throughout my life,
the babe became a man.
The infant with the radiant face
now hung with nail scarred hands.
“Oh God,” I cried, “What do you mean
that Jesus died for me?”
And so He showed me how my sins
had put Him on that tree.
But then He conquered sin and death,
He rose up from the grave.
If I would take Him as my own,
my sinful soul He’d save.
“I’m knocking at your heart,” He said,
“I’ve done it all for you.
If you will let my Spirit in,
I’ll make your life like new.”
And so one night I opened up
and let this Saviour in.
Oh praise His name, my life WAS changed,
He’d saved me from my sins!
My life has never been so blessed,
He knows my every care,
I go to Him with want or woe,
His grace is always there.
He binds my wounds and heals my scars
with tenderness and love.
His richest blessings have been mine,
Oh praise my Lord, my Love!
Now it means so much to me,
that baby in the manger.
His story’s written in my heart
and He’s no more a stranger,
For I have met Him face to face
I have a home above,
And Christmas isn’t just a date,
for now I know HIS love.
