Today in David’s town is born
In a home so humble & forlorn
The holy, precious Child
So innocent, meek & mild.
The promised Messiah come
Of Him the world knew none.
Did He already know
The way His life must go?
How Your heart must have torn!
Causing You to mourn
The sinful state of man
The rebelliousness that can
Be so bold & strong
Blinding us to wrong.
How could we ever hope to see
Salvation—so great, so free?
Holy Lamb of God
Gentle, with a rod.
Crucified, sinful man to save
Knowing we would crave
The hope that He would bring
So loving hearts could sing
Of the wonder & grace
That radiates from His face.
- C. Sanders
