Verse 1 Finals week and winter air, the quad is going dim; Voices say the time has passed—don’t hope, don’t look to Him. Paper bags and little lights, a prayer on concrete stone: “Father, let there still be light; don’t let us stand alone.” Pre-Chorus They said the sign would never come, that faith would fade away, But You remember every word You promised from the start— Chorus Lift up your head; be of good cheer, The time is at the door. A night without the darkness here, The Child we’re waiting for. He comes to do the Father’s will, To bless us in His flesh; Our promised Light, our promised Son— Redeems our souls afresh. Verse 2 Battery towers, neighbors’ hands, the candles spark to flame; Guitars whisper “Silent Night,” and hearts bow in His name. Mockers stop and linger long—soft mercy fills the lawn; Love turns evening into day; the fear is overthrown. Bridge When shadows say the time is past, we’ll watch, we’ll wait, we’ll sing; For Christ fulfills the prophets’ words—our Lord, our Newborn King. Chorus Lift up your head; be of good cheer, The time is at the door. A night without the darkness here, The Child we’re waiting for. He keeps His word; His light remains— Immanuel, our Lord. The promised Son, from heaven come, Forever be adored.
