Gift of Love
Baby Jesus born today.
Cooing from Your throne of hay.
Such a fuss is made o'er You.
Do you know why this is true?
Shepherds come on bended knee;
Wise men bring three gifts to Thee.
Angels singing from on high
Praise YOU as the Glorified!
Do you know dear little one,
That You are God's holy Son?
Did You know You're here today
To save mankind; gone astray?
Little Jesus; don't You know
That when older You do grow
Men will hate You; want to kill;
As You do Your Father's will?
Oh sweet Lord, the cross you'll bear,
Will be heavy, no one there.
You'll be alone; near forgot,
Those You love, You will find not.
As You gaze down from Your tree,
Dying slow in agony.
LOVE will still shine from those eyes—
The King of kings—Crucified!
Satan will laugh; think he's won.
But, the Father's will be done.
You'll rise up on that third day.
Glorius triumph o'er the grave!
So little Babe born today
Many trials light Your way.
Dear, sweet gift from God above.
Supremest proof of His love.
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