WONDER AT CHRISTMASTIDE

I wonder,
Does God feel sad as He looks upon
The earth at Christmastide?
To see men's hearts so full of hate
And selfishness and pride.

I wonder,
Does Satan laugh as he roams around
The earth at Christmastide.
So many are willing to worship the Babe
So few the Christ who died.

I wonder,
As I search the depths of my heart
Each year at Christmastide,
How God could so love sinful man
To give His Son who for us died.

I wonder,
If you would kneel with me.
And worship my Lord who died,
Receive from Him eternal life
As a gift, this Christmastide.