Till He appeared

O Holy night, the stars are brightly shining

It is the night of the dear Savior’s birth.

How do I explain to you

what He means to me?

How do I explain

the differences I see

when I look at myself

such a short time

after truly committing

to understand His love?

Someone else did it already.

I’ve heard it a hundred times,

but never really listened...

 Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.

 

I wandered a long time

In my own sin and error

Pining away? You tell me…

 

Sounds pretty familiar, in hindsight.

How could any heart not be broken

that doesn’t truly realize

how much it is worth?

How could anyone who doesn’t see

the kind of sacrifice He made

to spend eternity with them

to make this life worth living
not be slowly wasting away?

That line, those words,

“Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth”

brought tears,
even though 

I’d sung it

     a hundred times before.

          A connection was made.

A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.

What a thrill hope is.
I’ve been hopeless

just before that tiny shaft of light

pierced through what I saw

and brought me hope

that there was something

besides the darkness

I had confined myself to.

Those of us who
finally see the light

have no reason to continue

sitting in the darkness.

The best thrill of my life.

Exhausted from my struggles

I couldn’t not rejoice

at the new morning

that He brought forth.

 

Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine, the night when Christ was born

The world was different that night.

Changed. 

     Forever.

          Just like me

               when my soul felt its worth.