O Bethlehem Behold
O Bethlehem behold within your gate
The promised one from God's own breath descend;
Now humble bow with joy and with elate
And raise your voice in praises without end.
This royal king in shelter made of straw,
Upon this meager manger now he rests;
Above the angels sing alleluia,
Below the hope of man now breathes and crests.
Salvation born into this child so frail,
The gift of love he offers to us all;
A light he bears so that we may not fail,
A chance at life not damned by the fall.
So small a child yet able to uplift;
God's love fulfilled by this most holy gift.
Copyright © deb radke | Year Posted 2018
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