Verse 1 Child, do you know why hope feels close on winter nights— why whispers on the rooftop carry Bethlehem’s light? Do you know a bishop climbed a stranger’s stair, and left his gold in secret as answer to a prayer? Chorus The Giver’s Gift is Jesus— the Love behind the joy. The mercy born in manger straw no darkness can destroy. The Giver’s Gift is Jesus— the grace that bids us come; He knows our names and opens wide the Father’s house of home. Verse 2 Child, do you hear the bells— a laugh warm as a flame? Beneath the red and storybook still beats a holy name. For saints learn quiet giving from Him who gave us all; and every kindly winter smile echoes angel call. Chorus The Giver’s Gift is Jesus— the Love behind the joy. The mercy born in manger straw no darkness can destroy. The Giver’s Gift is Jesus— the grace that bids us come; He knows our names and opens wide the Father’s house of home. Bridge Become as little children— and heaven’s gates unfold; We call him Santa, saint of gifts, who learned the Master’s way. His joy is borrowed starlight from Bethlehem’s first light; it points our hearts to Jesus Christ— the Giver’s Gift of life. Verse 3 Child, do you fear the list— that Santa checks each year? The Hands that hold the book of life were pierced to draw you near. So hang your hope like stockings, let shame and winter lift; for Christ will make the sinner clean— He is the Giver’s Gift. Final Chorus (build, then hush) The Giver’s Gift is Jesus— the Love behind the joy. The mercy born in manger straw no darkness can destroy. The Giver’s Gift is Jesus— the grace that bids us come; O come and see the Child who is the Giver’s greatest Gift.
