Promises so ancient that it seems absurd they’d all come true
Especially on this night, this way, especially in the form of you
Tiny fingers, tiny head
Tiny voice for all you’ve said
Could God be in my arms tonight
Caught in the glow of a bright starlight?
Why would you come by quiet night?
And not with trumpets in broad daylight
With a thousand armies bowing down
A thousand kings with offered crown
Instead of a sleepy little town?
Tears fall from my cheeks to yours
As my eyes behold your stable birth
Could a beginning so humble be more wrong
To dare to speak of your great worth?
Go little one and free them all
Those who scoff and cause you pain
For as I, they have a debt they cannot pay
We surely cannot ever be the same…
For you are here. Little Promised One, you’ve come.
Come to make our world your home.
Come to break the chains of sin
Come to let the light come in.
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