'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land,
Satan was worshipped the way he had planned.
The churches had fallen for one of his lies,
The kids looked for Santa Claus up in the skies.The preacher knew Jesus wasn't born on this day,
And he knew that the pagans worshipped just the same way.
He knew we should worship with truth and with spirit,
But the buyers and sellers just refused to hear it.
So he stood in the pulpit and passed on the story,
And the whole world did likewise and fell short of God's glory.
But I with my bible and God's Holy Spirit,
Wrote this little poem for the honest to hear it.
While out in the world there arose such a clatter,
The people asked the government, what was the matter.
Nobody looked to God's word for the answer,
And the world just got sicker -- as with deadly cancer.
So my prayer to JEHOVAH as I pray it tonight,
Is for all to flee darkness and run to God's light.
