| Take me back to eight years old
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| The little church on a dead-end road
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| With a candle flicker in one hand and Dad’s hand in the other
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| Take me back to Silent Night
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| My heart was full and the world was right
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| ‘Cause right now the world looks nothing like those innocent Decembers
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| These days peace on earth is hard to find
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| And I need you to remind me one more time
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| You’re still the hope of Christmas
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| You’re still the light when th world looks dark
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| You’re still the hope of Christmas
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| And You’r still the hope of my heart
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| Watch the snowflakes falling down
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| Like a blanket on this town
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| For a moment we can hardly see the pain this year has brought us
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| May the sick find healing’s touch
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| May hatred’s fight be won with love
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| And may every heart make room for you the One who came to save us
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| You’re still the hope of Christmas
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| You’re still the light when the world looks dark
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| You’re still the hope of Christmas
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| And You’re still the hope of my heart
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| I bowed my head to pray tonight
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| Felt my little girl by my side
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| She slipped her tiny hand in mine
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| And we both talked to You
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| And it took me back to eight years old
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| My daddy’s hand and a story told
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| About Heaven’s love in a manger low
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| And a promise that’s still true
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| You’re still the hope of Christmas
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| You’re still the light when the world looks dark
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| You’re still the hope of Christmas
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| And You’re still the hope of my heart |