When the night is deep with the sense of ChristmasAnd expectancy hangs heavy on every breath Behold I stand at the door and knock When the floor is knee deep in discarded wrapping paper And the new books are open at page one And the new toys are already broken Behold I stand at the door and knock. When the family is squashed elbow to elbow around the table And the furious rush for food is over And the only word that can describe the feeling is FULL Behold I stand at the door and knock And when Christmas is over and the television is silent For the first time in two days And who sent which card to whom is forgotten until next year Behold I stand at the door And when the nation has finished celebrating Christmas without Christ A birthday without a birth The coming of a Kingdom without a King And when I am Forgotten; Despised; Rejected; Crucified Behold I stand. |
