The Little Child







A little child was born, deep in the night so still
His mother held and loved Him; she knew this child’s will



He did not play along the streets; He showed much higher skills
He came to teach the teacher, and later prophesy to fulfill.



He taught the scholars in the synagogues,
........and told of God's words to man
And yet with all his teaching, some were afraid and ran.



They called Him names, they said He had lied
This man called Jesus; this man has got to die!



So taken to court, yet no fault found
This man they called Jesus, to the cross he was bound



Nailed to the cross were His hands and feet
While many watched on, from the crowds in the street



They placed on His head a crown of thorns
And mocked Him gladly, yet some did mourn.



This man called Jesus, this man with no fault
Yet with His death, all man's sins were bought



They pierced His side with a sword,
........made sure he was dead that way.
The blood that was shed is the same that
......covers our sins today



But death cannot keep the Son of God,
.... “The tomb is empty”, they cried
Now they knew the truth of all,
......He went to be by His Father’s side.

©  Kentucky_Lady4
6/5/01