Sweet Baby Jesus By Judith Bronte "Thus it is written by the prophet, And thou Bethlehem, in the land of Juda, art not the least among the princes of Juda: for out of thee shall come a Governor, that shall rule My people Israel." ~ Matthew 2:5, 6 ~ ince the days of old, God's prophets foretold- Messiah would show, His love here below. Shimmer natal star, Take the message far- Messiah has come! Messiah has come! Shepherds gather round, To hear Angels sound- "Peace on earth to men! From now on- Amen!" Perfect Sacrifice, Now closes His eyes- Angels hush their voice, And quietly rejoice. The cows and oxen know, For their din dies low- 'Tis the Holy One, Jehovah's own Son! Wise men saw His star, And journeyed afar- "To worship the King- Our love gifts we bring." Myrrh, frankincense, gold, The manger now hold- Perfume fills the air, While lips move in prayer. Behold the little Lamb, Whose name is "I Am"- "God, with us tonight, Lead us in His light! Sweet baby Jesus, Come to deliver us- Such a debt we owe, To One who loves us so!" You may republish this without permission, provided it remains free, accredited and unaltered. Copyright © 2008 Sarah Fall (aka Judith Bronte).