The Gift

Fun Bubblegum pop meets dramatic orchestral

Son of God in stable dark, the Light of worlds unknown,
Trading heaven’s endless praise for crying on His own;
Every breath a step toward all the promises of old,
God with us, Emmanuel, the greatest gift foretold.

[Chorus]
Oh, this is the gift that we could never earn,
Grace we don’t deserve and never could return;
Jesus, God’s own Son, from glory come to save,
Born to die and rise, to conquer sin and grave.
Every bow and ribbon, every gift we bring,
Whispers of the wonder of our Savior, King;
All our Christmas giving points to this one truth:
The greatest gift is Jesus’ life poured out for me and you.

[Verse 2]
He walked among the weary, every footstep pure and true,
Perfect love in every word, in everything He’d do;
Healed the broken, called the lost, and welcomed us inside,
Yet the spotless Lamb of God would be the one to die.

On a hill outside the city, on a cruel and rugged tree,
Heaven’s gift was opened up for all the world to see;
Every nail and thorn and scar, a price we couldn’t pay,
Our sin laid on the Holy One, our debt washed all away.

[Verse 3]
But the story doesn’t end where the stone was rolled in place,
On the third bright morning, death bowed low to grace;
Empty grave and folded cloth, the angels’ cry made known,
“Christ is risen, hearts be healed, He reigns on heaven’s throne.”

Now the door to Father’s heart is open wide and free,
Through the blood of Jesus we are welcomed, you and me;
Not by silver, not by gold, but by His priceless love,
We are reconciled to God, His children from above.

[Bridge]
So when we wrap our presents tight
In paper red and white,
Let us see a dim reflection
Of that holy, sacred night.
Every gift beneath the tree
Is just a trembling sign
Of the Gift that hung upon the cross,
And left the grave behind.

[Tag]
So we sing on Christmas night,
By the tree’s soft glowing light:
Thank You, Father, for Your Son—
The greatest gift, the only One.

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[Verse 1] Long before the manger straw was laid upon the ground, Long before the shepherds heard the angel’s ringing sound, Love had planned a present that no hand on earth could make, Heaven wrapped in human flesh, a heart that could not break. Son of God in stable dark, the Light of worlds unknown, Trading heaven’s endless praise for crying on His own; Every breath a step toward all the promises of old, God with us, Emmanuel, the greatest gift foretold. [Chorus] Oh, this is the gift that we could never earn, Grace we don’t deserve and never could return; Jesus, God’s own Son, from glory come to save, Born to die and rise, to conquer sin and grave. Every bow and ribbon, every gift we bring, Whispers of the wonder of our Savior, King; All our Christmas giving points to this one truth: The greatest gift is Jesus’ life poured out for me and you. [Verse 2] He walked among the weary, every footstep pure and true, Perfect love in every word, in everything He’d do; Healed the broken, called the lost, and welcomed us inside, Yet the spotless Lamb of God would be the one to die. On a hill outside the city, on a cruel and rugged tree, Heaven’s gift was opened up for all the world to see; Every nail and thorn and scar, a price we couldn’t pay, Our sin laid on the Holy One, our debt washed all away. [Chorus] Oh, this is the gift that we could never earn, Grace we don’t deserve and never could return; Jesus, God’s own Son, from glory come to save, Born to die and rise, to conquer sin and grave. Every bow and ribbon, every gift we bring, Whispers of the wonder of our Savior, King; All our Christmas giving points to this one truth: The greatest gift is Jesus’ life poured out for me and you. [Verse 3] But the story doesn’t end where the stone was rolled in place, On the third bright morning, death bowed low to grace; Empty grave and folded cloth, the angels’ cry made known, “Christ is risen, hearts be healed, He reigns on heaven’s throne.” Now the door to Father’s heart is open wide and free, Through the blood of Jesus we are welcomed, you and me; Not by silver, not by gold, but by His priceless love, We are reconciled to God, His children from above. [Bridge] So when we wrap our presents tight In paper red and white, Let us see a dim reflection Of that holy, sacred night. Every gift beneath the tree Is just a trembling sign Of the Gift that hung upon the cross, And left the grave behind. [Chorus] Oh, this is the gift that we could never earn, Grace we don’t deserve and never could return; Jesus, God’s own Son, from glory come to save, Born to die and rise, to conquer sin and grave. Every bow and ribbon, every gift we bring, Whispers of the wonder of our Savior, King; All our Christmas giving points to this one truth: The greatest gift is Jesus’ life poured out for me and you. [Tag] So we sing on Christmas night, By the tree’s soft glowing light: Thank You, Father, for Your Son— The greatest gift, the only One.

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