In This Child
Our Lord arrived a tiny bundle
swaddling cloths to keep Him warm.
They laid Him in a manger crude,
this tiny human form.
His blessed Mother Mary
knelt beside Him there that day
And Joseph stood in awesome reverence
filled with wonder and dismay.
In this Child, this tiny One,
God sent us our Redeemer.
Yes in this Child, God's Holy Child,
man would find a Savior.
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