The Cry of a Little Child

THE CRY OF A LITTLE CHILD A little child cried that night there in a bed of straw, As Joseph and His mother fell to worship Him in awe. A little child cried that night, just outside of the inn As He was brought forth to this world, His life now to begin. A little child cried that night, all wrapped in swaddling clothes, And Mary gave the name to Him that God for Him had chose. A little child cried that night as shepherds from the hills Had come to tell of angel songs that in the heavens filled. This child that in the manger lay was God’s begotten Son, Who one day uttered loud His voice, and creation had begun. This child that cried there helplessly for nourishment and food Had one day looked at all He made and said that it was good. This crying child that now did feed upon His mother’s breast One day had finished all He made and took a day of rest. This child commanded everything to be right in its place, And now He was a tiny babe with tears upon His face. Why did He come from far away to such a humble birth? Why did He come from heaven’s home to this place on the earth? This crying child had come with love for sinners far and wide, And knowing that upon a hill He would be crucified. Perhaps He cried upon that night not for what we’d expect, But knowing that He would grow up and Him man would reject. Perhaps the tears then filled His eyes as He looked out to see The bitter beating and the nails He’d bear on Calvary. Perhaps He also cried because the awful curse of sin Would cause His Father up above to turn His back on Him. A little child cried that night--oh, can’t you see His face? And through His crying see His love, His mercy, and His grace? And won’t you see just why He came, to save us from our sin? This child came for you, my friend; if you will let Him in He’ll give to you eternal life, a home in heaven above, Just place your faith in Him today and give to Him your love.