We would dream of Christmas morn,
Of all the gifts and toys,
We knew we'd find,
But we never realized,
A baby born one blessed night,
Gave us the greatest gift of our lives.

We were the reason,
That He gave His life,
We were the reason,
That He suffered and died,
To a world that was lost,
He gave all He could give,
To show us the reason to live.

As the years went by,
We learned more about gifts.
The giving of ourselves,
And what that means.
On a dark and cloudy day,
A man hung crying in the rain,
All because of love, all because of love.

I've finally found the reason for living.
It's in giving every part of my heart to Him.
In all that I do every word that I say,
I'll be giving my all just for Him, for Him.

He is my reason to live.