We found one in a closet and one in a drawer
There’s no hiding place we won’t find anymore
We’d shake every present for any small clue
Of what lies beneath the words “from me to you”
But for every present left under a tree
There are things that we hoped for and never received
And the years and the yearning can make us forget
To be filled with wonder instead of regret
But Christmas is calling again
Leading us to Bethlehem
Where a child is waiting for you
When grown up dreams don’t come true
It sounds crazy, but a baby
Can make us all children again
When you want to forgive but the wound is so deep
And you ache for forgiveness for the secrets you keep
When the flower of your heart only feels like a thorn
And you long for the child that you were before
Christmas is calling again
Leading you to Bethlehem
Where a child is waiting for you
When grown up dreams don’t come true
It sounds crazy, but a baby
Can make us all children again
Afraid to be strangers
We circle the manger
And kneel down beside it again
But he wishes that we would crawl in
Where a child is waiting for you
When grown up dreams don’t come true
It sounds crazy, that a baby
Would ask for our hearts made of stone
And then give us a heart like his own
If we let him, he will begin
To make us all children again
We will be children again
God wrapped a gift that he hid in the world
Deep in the womb of an innocent girl
But when we were ready and on a dirt floor
Love found a way in and left open the door
