They say god doesn't exist,

We made him up just to ease our pain.

The coming of Christ should not be missed,

Because  life without him is  life without gain.

They call us strangers,

With hearts full of hate.

How could one in a manger,

Put an end to our fate?

They say seeing is believing,

And that my God is fake.

They ask why  is the world  grieving,

When he died for our sake?

For it is by death

I pray you will see.

In his final breath,

We were set free.

For he laid it all down,

Though he had a choice.

In him I am found,

And I will rejoice.