Sing is rising
Thanksgiving song hears afar
In Christmas time in my village
Every soul think of God.
Every person
With so much love
Humble themselves with a praise
In my little hometown
The Messiah brought our God's grace.
Young, and old,
Go in long straight line
To the temple praise, up high
In my little home town the
People are praying to God
It seems to me
The Lord of High
Sent down us His love and peace
In my little humble town
Every hearts
Open for Grace
I'm lost in the big city,
On the noisy streets
I wish I can go home
For Christmas Eve
I wish to pry just like
old times
With open heart have the Peace.
I wish I can forget the years
I can return, as a child,
I wish to have back my child faith
To able to receive the Grace.
If the story of this Night
Would become our Guiding Light
The world around us might
Be a place of honest life.
Sinful men would stand for God
And the hope for eternity
Should be as for all the time
The life here in the earth
Would not be like pain of birth
Only one force would lead us
In the Universe to pass,
There would no more creed to take
Only Praise our God the Great
And have love for the others ...
Christmas message
Should be told
Around the whole big world.
