Kim Walker-Smith - When Christmas Comes
Tell me the story of Jesus
Write on my heart every word.
Tell me the story most precious
Sweetest that ever was heard.
Tell how the angels in chorus
Sang as they welcomed His birth.
“Glory to God in the highest!
Peace and good tidings to earth.”
Tell of the cross where they nailed Him
Writhing in anguish and pain.
Tell of the grave where they laid Him
Tell how He liveth again.
Oh Love in the story so tender
Clearer than ever I see.
Stay
let me weep while you whisper
Love paid the ransom for me
Love paid the ransom for me.