What can I give Him, poor as I am? No golden crown, no spotless lamb. No royal treasure, no robe of fine art, Just empty hands and a willing heart.
I cannot dazzle with riches or gold, Nor bargain with works so proudly told. But love, once given, is never apart So all I can offer is my heart.
I’ll give Him my mornings, my doubts, my days, My broken songs turned into praise. When words fall short and faith must start, I lay at His feet my fragile heart.
For heaven rejoices not in display, But in a soul that freely will say: “I am Yours, Lord—every torn part.” The greatest gift… a surrendered heart.
Pro 23:26 My son, give me thine heart, and let thine eyes observe my ways.
Old Santa flies his sleigh with altitude, and an attitude of Christmas love high above the hush of winter nights, where hope hangs bright like stars above.
He carries more than toys and cheer, more than bells and laughter’s sound; he carries faith that good still lives, that kindness circles all around.
With every rooftop softly kissed, with every heart he passes through, Old Santa proves—by love alone that Christmas still knows what to do.
Luke 2:14 (KJV) “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.”
Immanuel, God with us, A promise born in holy light, Heaven bent to touch the earth That long and silent night.
The first Noel on angel wings Drifted o’er the plain, A sacred song for weary hearts, Good news forever plain.
No throne of gold, no royal crown, Just straw where cattle lay, Yet heaven knelt in reverent awe That quiet, humble day.
Immanuel, forever near, Not distant, cold, or far God stepped into our fragile world Just as we are.
So sing, O soul, that ancient truth The shepherds knew so well: God is with us, here and now Immanuel. Noel.
Mat 1:23 Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel, which being interpreted is, God with us.
The sweetest girl on earth was a young lady named Mary, Chosen by God to cradle His promise, gentle and wary. In humble faith she listened, her heart open and still, And answered Heaven’s calling with a quiet, trusting will.
No crown upon her brow, no riches to her name, Yet grace adorned her spirit brighter than earthly fame. Within her womb, Love stirred, the Savior of all men, God’s mercy wrapped in flesh, sent to heal the world’s brokenness and sin.
O Mary, servant favored, your “yes” still echoes today, A lesson in surrender, in trusting God’s way.
Luk 1:30 And the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God. Luk 1:31 And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus.
Memories are funny, how they grow with time, Once plain and ordinary, now gentle and divine. When I was young, a bag of fruit and nuts would do, A simple Christmas morning, wrapped in love so true.
Those little acts of kindness, quiet and unseen, Have grown into reminders of what those moments mean. The good stays bright, the lesser fades away, Thank You, God, for shaping memory this way.
Php 1:3 I thank my God upon every remembrance of you
And in the quiet fields where shadows lay, Where shepherds kept their watch till break of day, The stars stood still, the night drew near, When Heaven bent low and conquered fear.
A sudden light—no mortal flame The glory of the Lord in radiant name. They trembled there, hearts tightly bound, As holy brilliance wrapped the ground.
“Fear not,” the angel softly cried, “For joy is born this holy night. Good news for all, both far and near, A Savior comes—salvation here.
In David’s town, so small, so mild, You’ll find the sign: a newborn Child. Wrapped in cloths, in manger laid, The King of Kings in humble shade.”
Then skies broke forth with voices bright, A heavenly host filled all the night: “Glory to God in realms on high, And peace on earth where hearts draw nigh.”
The sheep lay still, the hills stood hushed, As time itself seemed gently crushed. For on that night, so calm, so mild, The world was changed by Heaven’s Child.
— Luke 2:8–14 inspired Luk 2:8 And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. Luk 2:9 And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. Luk 2:10 And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. Luk 2:11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. Luk 2:12 And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. Luk 2:13 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Luk 2:14 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men.
The Holy Spirit begins to move, A gentle wind, a sacred groove. Through hearts united, pure and true, God’s love blooms in me and you.
We are His hands, His feet, His light, Guided by faith through day and night. A mission given, a sacred mirth, To share the news of Jesus’ birth.
The world may waver, hearts may stray, Yet love prevails, it lights the way. So here we stand, in joy and worth, Proclaiming Christ, our Savior’s birth.