In the crib was found a baby, the angles sang of its Glory. The oxen, sheep and donkey stood, sleeping was the baby in hay n wood.
His parents close by Mary and Joe, treasured this moment and would never let go. For God had come in a baby so small, vulnerable to bring salvation to all.
From hatred to love was His mission ment to be, so from creator to creature the world was made to see. That night of Christmas was meant for all, they who stopped heard the call.
The message passed on was love, peace, joy and hope. You are His messenger you are the scope.
With Jesus in your heart born this day. No darkness shall ever turn it’s face your way. For from a tiny spark a fire shall flare, from the kid in the manger to your heart to dare.
