The Christmas Bridge

Hey, open your eyes and tell me you’ve seen

That you’ve seen beyond the gifts, the wrapping, the lights

That you’ve seen beyond the stockings, the cookies, and milk tonight

Hey, open your eyes and tell me you’ve seen

The star that rose in the East, shining bright

The greatest gift, made by the Father, given to guide us to the light

Say you’ve seen it, say you understand

That in a world without a way, heading straight to the abyss, in a flash

God built a bridge to heaven, starting from a humble crèche

Say you understand

That the greatest gift didn’t come wrapped, placed beneath a tree to entice

The greatest gift wasn’t wrapped—it was nailed—and the tree was a cross

Today, angels are lost among elves

The price and the value switch shelves

And even when we have all we desire, it never suffices

In a world where joy is tangible, and happiness is what most entices

It’s the red of the wrapping against the red that was shed

It’s the blinking lights against the still heart that bled

The lavish feast while worship runs dry

Fireworks and cheers for a goal scored at the final moment

Yet silence for the sacrifice made at thirty-three

But what about you?

Have you opened your eyes? Can you truly see?

Christmas is not Santa’s day, nor is it just a time for receiving gifts

Christmas is not simply the birth of Jesus—no

Christmas is the first chapter of the great plan of Reconciliation

Because Jesus wasn’t just a man, a prophet

Jesus was a bridge, built to connect us—the creation

To God, the Creator

And if your eyes are open, and you’ve already seen,

Then help those who haven’t yet seen it.