The Ultimate Gift
Little baby, born a king
Holy infant of whom the angels sing.
No crown to wear, or kingly robe,
A bed of hay and swaddling clothes.
Great news you shepherds,
A story of old,
Long awaited coming,
Of prophets foretold.
Born to a virgin
First in line
A miracle of God
At just the right time.
God and man,
Prince of Peace,
Born to die
for even the least.
Oh little baby
Nailed to a cross,
King of the Jews
They felt no loss.
Wonderful counselor
Bread of Life
Do they know who you are?
Do they know for who you died?
The Great I Am
Unmerited Grace
No ordinary baby
You took this sinner’s place!
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