The birth of a baby so soft and gentle
The glow in the eyes of the parents
Small little fingers and stubby little toes
Eyes that strained to find something on which to focus<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pink wrinkly skin, faint traces of hair
This baby, this Child, was none to compare
A lamb in human skin, a warrior within
And a Holy Spirit which none could compare<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A child sent on a mission, a child greatly feared
Was he a Conqueror? Was He a Destroyer? Was He a Dove?
This was truly God sent in a small little package
Just waiting for the chance to grow up<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A king born in a stable? A Savior in a crib?
So weak and so helpless, so tiny and frail
He had a heart of compassion at such an early age
He yearned for a world now thrown into a rage<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If you would have looked deep into His eyes
I wonder what you would have seen
Maybe a tear for the souls
He came to save<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He couldn\u2019t wait to be about the Father\u2019s business
Not wielding a hammer, a nail, and a log,
Which all too soon would secure him to His fate
He was nailed to a tree<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This tiny baby
Just wait till He grows older, just you wait and see
That this little baby
Would save you and save me!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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The birth of a baby so soft and gentleThe glow in the eyes of the parentsSmall little fingers and stubby little toesEyes that strained to find something on which to focus Pink wrinkly skin, faint traces of hairThis baby, this Child, was none to compareA lamb in human skin, a warrior withinAnd a Holy Spirit … Continue reading The Child by Emil<\/span>