This is a year we'll all remember
For its wars and refugees and death and hunger
And in this time of year we like to remember
A rejected child, born to parents so poor
They wrapped him in old cloth and laid him in a manger
Now years have passed and it's become a symbol
stained in glass mounted high upon our steeples
But if you close your eyes right now
That picture might not be an ancient as you think
There's a woman in a shelter trying to block out the wind
Her hair is covered and she's scrounging around for something to warm her child in
She's young and afraid for the future of her newborn son
Does this sound familiar? It should, she's in Lebanon
Remember all the halos in the picture
As the sunlight streams in onto the pews
But we know Mary and Joseph probably weren't wearing brilliant shades
Of red and blue
The picture is so archaic I think
We forgot how it really was back then
A homeless child born to degraded parents
Only hurt and scorned by the government
That was then,
Now
Chorus
Remember the part of the story
When they all shut their doors
That's the part that makes me most angry
Shouldn't this make us more?
That Jesus came to bring hope and healing
And we are extensions of his hands
So maybe we could afford to do a little less remembering
And open our doors this Christmas
To
Chorus
For its wars and refugees and death and hunger
And in this time of year we like to remember
A rejected child, born to parents so poor
They wrapped him in old cloth and laid him in a manger
Now years have passed and it's become a symbol
stained in glass mounted high upon our steeples
But if you close your eyes right now
That picture might not be an ancient as you think
There's a woman in a shelter trying to block out the wind
Her hair is covered and she's scrounging around for something to warm her child in
She's young and afraid for the future of her newborn son
Does this sound familiar? It should, she's in Lebanon
Remember all the halos in the picture
As the sunlight streams in onto the pews
But we know Mary and Joseph probably weren't wearing brilliant shades
Of red and blue
The picture is so archaic I think
We forgot how it really was back then
A homeless child born to degraded parents
Only hurt and scorned by the government
That was then,
Now
Chorus
Remember the part of the story
When they all shut their doors
That's the part that makes me most angry
Shouldn't this make us more?
That Jesus came to bring hope and healing
And we are extensions of his hands
So maybe we could afford to do a little less remembering
And open our doors this Christmas
To
Chorus