As I wake my thoughts turn to you.
As they often do.
So many blessings surround me.
So why are you far?

A hidden God. A mysterious Creator.
A God who left the scene.
You are eternal. But we are not.
You have hidden for too long.

Will a tree and presents revive us?
Will tired carols remind us?
Sing choir of angels! We watch.
Sing Belem star!

We hold faith like a desperate penny.
We are swept into the darkness.
Come, Emmanuel! Ransom us.
Come, Lord, quickly.