The Meekest of Thrones
Verse 1
Snow falls soft on the sleeping town,
Lanterns glow as the world slows down,
In a stable just beyond our sight,
Three hearts lean to the newborn light.
Joseph watching the door and sky,
Mary humming a gentle lullaby,
In her arms, Love is breathing slow,
Heaven nearer than they can possibly know.
Pre-Chorus
And the night holds its breath for a moment,
Every star seems to listen and stare…
Chorus
Peace is a child in a cradle of straw,
Love is a hand that will shelter us all,
Hope is a whisper that stills every storm,
God wrapped in our weakness in this child just born.
Stay with us here where the dark cannot win,
Where the Holy Family lets our story begin.
Verse 2
Footsteps, voices, the shepherds come,
From the fields where the night-wind hums,
Every worry they ever knew
Falls like snow at the sight of You.
Mary smiles as she gathers Him near,
Guarding the secret she’s carried all year,
Joseph’s lantern is burning low,
But the Child is the only light they know.
Pre-Chorus
And their hearts find a home in the stillness,
As the angels sing softly within…
Chorus
Peace is a child in a cradle of straw,
Love is a hand that will shelter us all,
Hope is a whisper that stills every storm,
God wrapped in our weakness in this child just born.
Stay with us here where the dark cannot win,
Where the Holy Family lets our story begin.
Verse 3
Far away in our quiet rooms,
Under ceilings instead of stars and moon,
We light candles against the cold,
Telling this story that never grows old.
Every table, a manger now,
Every sorrow is safe somehow,
As we gather and softly sing,
We are standing at Bethlehem again.
Bridge
Wood of the cradle, wood of the tree,
Shadow of Calvary only God sees,
These little fingers will heal and will bless,
Then bear on that wood all our brokenness.
Mother who keeps every tear, every word,
Silent consent to a will that she heard,
Joseph who trusts what he can’t understand,
Teaching the Maker to steady His hands.
In their circle of love, in that flickering glow,
All of our winters, all wounds, all we owe—
Gathered and held in that breathless night,
The meekest of thrones, yet the world put right.
Final Chorus
Peace is this child in a cradle of straw,
Love with a face that will answer our call,
Hope in the mercy our Father has sworn,
Within our reach in a baby newborn.
Stay with us here where forgiveness begins,
Where Jesus, Mary, and Joseph draw us in.
Outro
Snow falls soft and the church bells ring,
Every heart is a place for this King.
If we make Him a room in the dark of our year,
A home for our Savior is already here.