The Little Boy King
The Little Boy King
Behold, the angels sing
From Earth to Heaven, the bells ring
A wonderful, marvelous tale is told
Everyone listens,even the very young and the old
The news is sent all around the world
A message of hope and love for every boy and girl
The little boy King is born with such angelic force
To a universe of great turmoil, and to it's very course
Oh! the song that is sung
And the beautiful angel that is hung
In every house and church, upon the Christmas tree
All hail to the King, who is here to set us free
The valleys and dales ring out in all their glory
As the King of kings is about to tell his story
Of his father, who is the Creator of the Heavens and the Earth
And the architect of every living thing, even his son's birth
The little king, so meek and mild,
Is here to help every race, man woman and child.
And as he grows up miracles will ensue;
He is not here for the self-righteous, the rich and the powerful, not just for the few.
Walking on water, he calms the angry sea, knows that Judas will be a traitor
Takes his time, and even raises the dead, three days later
Turns water into wine, the blind is made to see once more;
He feeds thousands of people,three loaves and a few fishes, a champion of the poor.
William Morrissey 12/24/07
Copyright © William Morrissey | Year Posted 2012
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