Love came down at Christmas time,
Soft as bells and sweet as rhyme.
Love was born beneath a star,
Shining bright from near and far.
Angels sang above the hay,
Guiding shepherds on their way.
In a stable, calm and mild,
Lay Love’s gift—a holy child.
Worship came with joyful song,
Hearts that knew where Love belongs.
What can we bring, both you and me?
Love is the truest gift to be.
Love is gentle, kind, and true—
Love in me and love in you.
Love to share with everyone—
That’s the gift of God’s own Son.
