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A town was burdened by kindred’s' with long ties.
And last to arrive were Joseph and Mary.
In labor hard pressed. Soon she should not tarry.
Yet God provides. There is a place- a warm manger.
Of a kind keeper who would welcome a stranger.
Wonder of wonders on this eve,
The babe from heaven soon would be.
On a night where light shone down from brightened skies,
The sheep and Joseph alone hear her birth cries.
And first to be born when there was no room.
A small babe who'd struggled to leave its safe womb.
God did provide, shelter for the babe from the night's chill,
Where all could welcome the babe quiet and still.
Oh night of nights a sacred sight,
The Christ child under a star light.
On a night where light shone down from brightened skies,
The angels came down to announce Jesus Christ.
The least to be first, the first to be last.
A star burst forth and on the babe did cast.
Providing light for the shepherd's witness.
Here lay the lamb without spot for us.
Wonders of wonders so sublime
A sacred record for all time.
On a night where light shone down from brightened skies,
Far from the east men saw- being noble and wise.
And prepared to honor the new born king.
On camel's backs they brought gifts for offering.
And followed the heavenly star clear to chart.
Recognizing it's importance from the start.
"A King, a King is born this night!
The gifts we bring must be just right."
Watching the stars shine in the night skies.
I think of that star and try to devise.
All that occurred that night so long ago.
When a star light shone upon the babe aglow.
I try to prepare a place for Him within my heart
And honor His birth; What can I impart?
How sweet, how sweet my yearning soul,
On this night His love warms me whole.
[Verse 1]
On a night when light poured down from brightened skies,
A town was filled with kindred, bound by ties.
The last to arrive were Joseph and Mary,
Labor hard pressed, with no time left to tarry.
Yet God provided a place warm and still,
A keeper's shelter on the hill.
Wonder of wonders on this eve,
The Babe from Heaven soon would be.
[Chorus]
Oh night of nights, a sacred sight,
The Christ Child resting in starlight.
A gift of mercy, hope, and peace,
Through Him the weary find release.
[Verse 2]
On a night when light poured down from brightened skies,
The sheep and Joseph heard her first cries.
The firstborn came when there was no room,
A little child leaving the shelter of the womb.
God provided safety from the cold night air,
A quiet manger, humble care.
Where every heart could welcome Him,
While holy stillness gathered in.
[Chorus]
Oh night of nights, a sacred sight,
The Christ Child resting in starlight.
A gift of mercy, hope, and peace,
Through Him the weary find release.
[Verse 3]
On a night when light poured down from brightened skies,
The angels came to announce the Christ.
The least became first, the first became last,
A star broke forth and over Him cast
A path of light for shepherd eyes;
There lay the Lamb beneath the skies.
Wonders of wonders, deep and sublime,
A sacred record beyond all time.
[Verse 4]
On a night when light poured down from brightened skies,
Far in the east, noble and wise,
Men saw the sign and prepared to bring
Their gifts of honor to the newborn King.
Upon their camels, through lands afar,
They followed the course of the heavenly star.
A King, a King is born this night;
The gifts we bring must honor right.
[Bridge]
And I, beneath these winter skies,
Remember where the promise lies.
Not in splendor, not in throne,
But where the humble heart makes room.
[Verse 5]
Watching the stars shine in the night skies,
I think of that star and wonder why
A light so bright, so long ago,
Shone on the Babe with gentle glow.
I try to make a place within my heart,
To honor His birth and give my part.
How sweet, how sweet, my yearning soul,
On this night His love makes whole.
[Final Chorus]
Oh night of nights, a sacred sight,
The Christ Child resting in starlight.
A gift of mercy, hope, and peace,
Through Him the weary find release.
Oh night of nights, let every heart
Make room for love and make a start.
The Babe from Heaven, holy and mild,
Still brings us home, the promised Child.
[Outro]
On this night His love warms me whole,
On this night His love warms me whole.
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