In London’s streets where winter sighs, Snow like prayer from darkened skies. A lonely soul, a hardened heart, Lost to love, apart, apart. But on the eve when bells draw near, The veil grows thin, the truth is clear. Three voices rise from time’s deep call, To lead one soul beyond the wall. This is a Christmas Carol sung, Where night meets dawn and hope is won. Through shadowed past and futures torn, Love is found, the heart reborn. O hear the bells, O let them ring, The song of grace that Christmas brings. The Past reveals a child alone, A tender heart, a seed once sown. Lost joys we mourn, lost days we see, What was, what is, what yet may be. The Present shines with humble light, A candle glowing through the night. In simple love, in voices small, Hope stands tall where riches fall. This is a Christmas Carol sung, Where frozen hearts are overcome. From greed to grace, from dark to warm, A soul awakened by the morn. O hear the bells, O let them ring, The song of peace that Christmas brings. The Future comes with silent breath, A warning carved in shades of death. Alone, unknown, a nameless end Till mercy begs for one more chance to mend. “I will change, I will arise, Let love now live where fear once lies.” This is a Christmas Carol sung, By every heart, by old and young. Chains are broken, light is born, Joy awakes the Christmas morn. O sing it loud, O sing it true, Let hope be born in me, in you. Remember well this holy night, How hearts are changed by mercy’s light. A timeless song, forever true, A Christmas Carol sung anew.
