This is war like you ain't seen
This winter's long, it's cold and mean
With hangdog hearts we stood condemned,
But the tide turns now at Bethlehem
This is war and born tonight,
The Word as flesh, the Lord of Light,
The Son of God, the low-born king;
Who demons fear, of whom angels sing
This is war on sin and death;
The dark will take it's final breath
It shakes the earth, confounds all plans;
The mystery of God as man