What is it that I am searching for? It can’t be found on a website or in a store. The things that I’ve sought. The things that I’ve bought. Don’t leave me fulfilled but wanting more. I look for answers but don’t hear a sound That can lift the burdens holding me down. Through no fault of my own, Or the seeds that I’ve sown. I need rescue from my damaged grounds. A stranger came upon me one winter’s day. He looked at me in the most unusual way. “Do you know the reason For this Christmas season? If you don’t, would you mind if I pray?” He looked to the heavens as if he knew Whatever he said would for sure get through. “Father, I give you thanks and praise, And that You are a God of grace. Please help me to share what is true.” He then looked at me with care in his eyes And spoke of that first Christmas night. “That baby in the manger Would become no stranger To the sorrows and betrayals of this life.” I never went to church or believed. It was just a crutch for those in need. But what this man was saying And the way he was praying, Was something I had never before seen. Then I saw the holes in his hands. He smiled and said, “I understand. You see I am the reason For this Christmas season I see your future, and it is grand.” Tears began to well up in my eyes. Am I hearing the truth - not lies? “If you choose to believe From Me you will receive Love, forgiveness and new life.” Will you believe in the first Christmas day? And His gift that can never be taken away? That baby in a manger Will become your savior And stay beside you come what may.