O Come, O Come, Immanuel! :: By Joe Hawkins

O come, O come, Immanuel,
and ransom captive Israel
that mourns in lonely exile here
until the Son of God appear.

This opening plea rises from centuries of longing. O come, O come, Immanuel is not a gentle request—it is a desperate cry for deliverance. Israel’s exile was not only geographic but spiritual, a season marked by silence, sorrow, and separation. The people mourned under the weight of captivity, waiting for God to intervene once again.

Yet this cry reaches beyond ancient Israel. It echoes in every generation that groans under the curse of sin and the brokenness of this fallen world. To be in exile is to know that this world is not our home. The believer understands this ache well—a longing for redemption, restoration, and the appearing of the Son of God.

The name Immanuel—“God with us”—is the answer to the exile. God did not shout from heaven; He came down. He entered captivity Himself, taking on flesh, stepping into sorrow, and bearing the weight of sin in order to ransom His people. And just as Israel waited for His first appearing, the Church now waits for His return.

Refrain
Rejoice! Rejoice! Immanuel
shall come to you, O Israel.

The refrain breaks through the sorrow with a command: Rejoice! This joy is not rooted in circumstances, but in certainty. Immanuel shall come. The promise is sure, spoken in the language of hope anchored to God’s faithfulness, not human conditions.

For Israel, this was joy anticipated—the assurance that exile would not last forever. For the believer today, it is joy remembered and joy awaited. Christ has already come once, fulfilling the promise in humility. And yet, the refrain still looks forward, pointing to a future fulfillment when Immanuel will come again to restore, reign, and redeem completely.

O come, O Wisdom from on high,
who ordered all things mightily;
to us the path of knowledge show
and teach us in its ways to go.

This stanza turns the cry for deliverance into a plea for direction. O come, O Wisdom from on high acknowledges that true wisdom does not rise from human intellect or experience—it descends from God Himself. The One who ordered all things at creation alone knows how life is meant to be lived.

In a world saturated with information but starved for truth, this prayer is more relevant than ever. Humanity has never been more educated, yet never more confused. The paths offered by culture promise freedom but lead to bondage. Scripture warns that in the last days many will call evil good and good evil, exchanging God’s wisdom for deception.

Here, Wisdom is not an abstract principle—it is a Person. Christ is the wisdom of God revealed (1 Corinthians 1:24). To ask for wisdom is to ask for Him to lead, to instruct, and to correct. It is a confession that without divine guidance, we will wander off course.

O come, O come, great Lord of might,
who to your tribes on Sinai’s height
in ancient times did give the law
in cloud and majesty and awe.

Our attention is drawn back to Sinai, where God revealed His holiness in fire, cloud, and thunder. The giving of the law was not a quiet moment—it was a display of divine authority and unmatched power. Israel did not discover God on their own; He revealed Himself, making His will known with unmistakable clarity.

In recalling Sinai, the hymn reminds us that the God who came in humility at Bethlehem is the same God who descended in majesty on the mountain. Grace does not replace holiness—it fulfills it. The law revealed humanity’s need for a Savior, and Christ came as the only One who could perfectly fulfill it.

In the last days, the world increasingly rejects God’s authority, treating His commands as outdated or oppressive. Yet the Lord of Might has not changed. His standards remain, His Word endures, and His authority stands over every nation and generation. For Watchers, this stanza is a reminder that reverence for God is not optional—it is foundational.

O come, O Branch of Jesse’s stem,
unto your own and rescue them!
From depths of hell your people save,
and give them victory o’er the grave.

The Branch of Jesse recalls God’s promise that from what appeared cut down and lifeless, new life would spring forth (Isaiah 11:1). Israel’s royal line looked broken, the throne empty, hope seemingly extinguished—yet God was already at work beneath the surface. From the stump came the Savior.

The cry to “rescue them” is both personal and cosmic. Christ did not merely come to restore a kingdom; He came to conquer the deeper enemy—sin and death itself. The hymn boldly declares His mission: to save His people from the depths of hell and to secure victory over the grave. This is resurrection language. This is gospel truth.

In prophetic perspective, this stanza reminds us that the battle is already decided. Death does not get the final word. The grave does not hold dominion. Christ’s resurrection stands as the guarantee that all who belong to Him will share in His victory.

O come, O Key of David, come
and open wide our heavenly home.
Make safe for us the heavenward road
and bar the way to death’s abode.

This proclaims Christ as the One who holds absolute authority. The Key of David is a picture of sovereignty—the power to open what no one can shut, and to shut what no one can open. It is a reminder that access to the kingdom of heaven is not gained by human effort, religious systems, or earthly credentials, but by the authority of Christ alone.

The plea to “open wide our heavenly home” reflects a longing not just for destination, but for deliverance. The road heavenward is narrow and often difficult, yet it is made secure by the One who goes before us. Christ does not merely point the way—He is the way. At the same time, He bars the path to death’s dominion, having already broken its power through His resurrection.

In the last days, when false paths multiply and deception intensifies, this stanza anchors the believer’s confidence. Our future is not uncertain, and our salvation is not fragile. The Key is in His hands.

O come, O Bright and Morning Star,
and bring us comfort from afar!
Dispel the shadows of the night
and turn our darkness into light.

Our eyes are lifted toward the dawn. The Bright and Morning Star is the promise that night will not last forever. Just as the morning star appears while darkness still lingers, Christ shines with the assurance that light is on the way. He does not merely wait for the darkness to pass—He pierces it.

The comfort this stanza speaks of is not sentiment; it is certainty. Christ entered a dark world and brought light that could not be extinguished. Where sin casts long shadows and deception clouds vision, He reveals truth with clarity and hope. His presence turns confusion into understanding, and despair into expectation.

The darker the night becomes, the more clearly the morning star can be seen. Each sign of growing darkness only magnifies the promise of His return. The same Christ who came as the Light of the world will soon rise again—this time not as a baby in a manger, but as the King who brings everlasting day.

O come, O King of nations, bind
in one the hearts of all mankind.
Bid all our sad divisions cease
and be yourself our King of Peace.

This final plea looks beyond Bethlehem and even beyond the present age. It anticipates the day when Christ will reign openly as King of kings and Lord of lords. Humanity has long sought unity, peace, and reconciliation—yet every attempt apart from Christ has failed. The divisions of nations, cultures, and hearts cannot be healed by diplomacy, policy, or human effort. Only the rightful King can bind what sin has torn apart.

This stanza is profoundly prophetic. It acknowledges that true peace will not come through human systems or global movements, but through the reign of Christ Himself. The world speaks often of peace, yet rejects the Prince of Peace. Scripture is clear: lasting unity and peace arrive only when Christ rules in righteousness and truth.

For Watchers and Warriors, this stanza serves as both hope and warning. Hope—because the King will come, and His reign will bring justice, restoration, and peace. Warning—because every counterfeit peace offered before His return will fall short. Until that day, believers live as ambassadors of His coming kingdom, longing not for temporary ceasefires, but for the everlasting peace that only Christ can establish.

When He comes again, the cry of “O come” will finally give way to “He has come.” And the King of nations will reign—not symbolically, but sovereignly—as the eternal King of Peace.

O Come, O Come Immanuel – J.M. Neale

‘Twas The Plight Before Christmas :: By Steve Schmutzer

‘Twas the plight before Christmas, and all through the House
the blues in Congress showed the brains of a mouse.

Leftist insanity ruled everywhere,
and anti-Trump passions were all that was there.

Fraud and deception poured from these Feds
as ‘Orange Man Bad’ danced in their heads.

AOC, with her prompter, was giving us laughs,
as she dumbly spewed forth her typical gaffes.

On the floor, shutdowns became the main chatter,
Aides sprang to their feet to assist in this matter.

There in the chamber, frauds swelled in a flash,
they ripped logic apart and threw truth in the trash.

Their talking points needed some polish to claim
that their evil plans didn’t deserve any blame.

When, what to discerning minds should appear,
a senseless agenda the libs lauded so dear.

With their pattern of lies, and since truth made them grouchy,
I knew in a moment their logic was slouchy.

More dense than a rock, these progressives became,
they thrilled as they shouted the terms of their fame:

“Now Gender! Now Tranny!
Now Tampon, Now Welfare!
On, Censure! On, Racist!
On, Vaccine and Unfair!
To DEI goals! To SCOTUS’s fall!
Now crush away! Crash away!
Smash away all!”

As the left’s agenda came hurtling through the air,
they each reveled in their haughty grandeur there,

So up to the House-top their wicked plans flew,
all chock full of lies which they all clearly knew.

And then, in that moment, I sensed in my heart
the timing and purpose of each little part.

As I gathered myself and contained my despair,
an image gained focus, I became more aware.

A King on a horse, with crowns on His head,
and his garment was stained a deep bloody red.

He was coming for war, and His mouth had a sword,
He was fierce in His anger, His wrath He had stored.

His eyes–how they burned! His armies, they came!
On His robe and His thigh there was written a name.

“King of kings, Lord of lords,” His identity clear,
the leaders of earth quaked and trembled in fear.

With the blade of His sword He will conquer His foes,
He will strike down the nations and save those He had chose.

Arrayed in fine linen, snow white at His side,
His armies that followed were known as His Bride.

He was regal and righteous, of glorious might,
and He laughed as the wicked prepared for a fight.

His rule will be just, and His reign will be strong,
He will dash into pieces all those that were wrong.

He’ll speak only a word, that’ll wrap up the fight,
His fury abated, He’ll bring back what’s right.

I returned my attention to the woes of these times,
to the lawlessness, lies, and the folly and crimes.

I have a real hope that burns bright in my being,
It is coming for sure despite what we’re seeing.

I therefore exclaim before we all lose our cheer,
“Merry Christmas to all, Christ’s Coming is near!”

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