Some say he’s just a fable, made up by those who need something to believe
A Big Man who really hears you
And actually cares
And if you ask for your heart’s desire
You’ll find a specially wrapped gift Christmas morning
Some say he’s just a story, made up by imaginative souls
A Big Man who sees you when you’re sleeping
And knows when you’re awake
And no matter if you’re bad or good
You’ll find a specially wrapped gift Christmas morning
Some say he’s just for kids, bright-eyed and wishing
A Big Man who invites you to sit in his lap and share your dreams
And he remembers
And if you merely believe that he’s real
You’ll find a specially wrapped gift Christmas morning
Some say
But I believe
I believe He’s not a fable
His suit isn’t red and He doesn’t drive a sleigh
But He’s the real Gift-Giver
Robed with righteousness and justice
Riding glorious on the wings of the wind
I believe He hears your heart’s desire
And sings over you while you sleep
He collects your tears in His bottle
Folds you in His embrace
And never leaves
I believe He gives you what you need
Your deep down, soul-need
Just what you’ve always wanted
PEACE
So He wraps His gift specially in flesh
And in the cover of night
Lays it in a manger
For you to find on Christmas morning
A baby
Goodness personified
The God-Man who healed, gave, blessed
And was nailed to a tree
And rose victorious
For your salvation
Some say
But I believe
Merry Christmas!