In the middle of winter
We celebrate a new life,
This harsh season can’t deter;
Though doubt and unbelief are rife;
The worship we would confer
On the babe who ends our strife,
The Messiah Prince of peace.
Son of God, the arborist
Who has planted many an oak;
All who don’t salvation resist
Become, through grace, His kinfolk
Who do His spirit’s help enlist,
To be called ‘the righteousness oaks’,
So His kingdom shall not cease.
Though he looks upon the lowly
He does not despise their plight,
He restores them to be holy
And to be righteous in His sight,
He would not have us left lonely
If our hearts show we’re contrite;
He’s won our souls’ release.
We celebrate this season
The birth of the Holy babe,
Salvation was the reason
He lived that mankind be saved,
Redemption plan’s completion
Freeing those who sin enslaved
When man with God makes peace.
We celebrate God’s Kingdom come
The Messiah the beginning,
And pray that His will may be done
In our lives, His spirit brimming
In us, as promised by His Son,
So we, having turned back from sinning,
Know His peace does ever increase.
© Bramwell JP Tout 2017
Salvationist (Salvation Army church member)