In the harried Christmas rush
Buying presents by the score
Let’s go check just one more store!
All at once we sense a hush
We’re drawn back two thousand years
Out with shepherds, flocks by night
Suddenly angel light
Holds out hope to quell our fears
On beyond our hurried fun
Is the angel’s holy voice
There’s a reason to rejoice
Though our shopping's never done
It’s about a single birth
God has come to live as man
All our presents never can
Match that holy baby’s worth
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