In my house are many mansions
said the Father of us all.
Wrapped in swaddling, lowly manager
shepherds heard the angelic call.
Precious child, dear Redeemer,
prophets told throughout the years.
Son of God, Grace descending
on this earth of pain and fear.
Go before us, dear Jehovah,
guide our feet along the way.
We can find our path
There is hope on Christmas day.
Wrapped in kindness, clothed in mercy,
Saints unite and hear this plea.
We don’t have to wait for heaven
to experience majesty.
Bind the wounded
Help the weary
Fill the cup that has gone dry.
Transform the Earth to be God’s kingdom
Willing hands reach up to sky.