Flower of the Holy Night

The midnight bells were ringing
The village filled with singing
The streets of San Pancho aglow with candlelight
Families gathered round to bring
Gifts to lay at the nativity
but in the shadows, one girl cried
She’d tried so hard to make
Something special for the babe
After all, He’s a king
But she had nothing

Pepita dry your eyes
The church doors are open
Jesus is waiting inside
Hold your head up high
And join the celebration
Your presence is the perfect gift on this holy night

An old man passing near her
Couldn’t help but hear her
He said, “Pepita don’t be sad.
He’ll love anything you bring.”
So she gathered up some green weeds
Imagined they were pretty
Then she took the old man’s hand and headed in.

Pepita dry your eyes
The church doors are open
Jesus is waiting inside
Hold your head up high
And join the celebration
Your presence is the perfect gift on this holy night

She laid the weeds at the manger
Ignoring all the whispers
But as she bowed her head to pray
she heard them say

“Pepita lift your eyes
Tiny buds have opened
They’re covering the steeple outside
Beautiful red stars
Your humble gift is growing
Your act of love has become the Flower of the Holy Night.”

Your act of love has become the Flower of the Holy Night.