God Reached Down At Christmastime
God reached down from heaven at Christmastime,
As a baby with only hay for a bed;
He chose this lowly, sparse birthplace,
And the many who believed, He led.
God reaches down all times of the year,
Not only at Christmastime as some believe;
His loving arms reach down to the hurting and heartsick,
To each of us, for He knows all of our needs.
God reaches out to the needy, who are reaching out,
And to those who are weary and worn;
This is one reason He came to earth,
As our Savior, for He knew we'd be forlorn.
There are times that we feel discouraged,
And need to snuggle up in His arms of might;
I know that's how I'm feeling right now,
And praise His name, I know He's holding me tight.
I praise God that He reached down from heaven,
In the form of an infant who would become our shield --
From the pointy darts of Satan which come with a vengeance,
He knew we would need protection, comfort and to be healed.
I praise You, God, for reaching down at Christmastime,
Through Your only Son, Jesus Christ, our Lord,
Who lived over 2000 years ago, and still lives in our hearts,
O Lord, You are truly One to be adored!
