Christmas is for broken people

A fallen world, a busted steeple

For no institution do I see

That sets the hearts of mankind free

And no institution can I find

That does not bare the scars of time

But broken people they remain

Each has a face, each has a name

But if I’m honest, if I’m true

They look like me, they look like you

Our brokenness we hide so well

Like wrapping paper and jingle bells

But a rescue mission was started that day

Born in that manger so far away

And no answer can satisfy then

But a baby born in Bethlehem