The smile within a baby’s eye,
A mother kneels to pray.
A birth within a humble place,
Where animals bleat and bray.

A band of men in a cold dark field,
Bright light now fills the sky.
A message that God has come to all,
To live and one day die.

A group of people worshiping,
In a lowly cattle shed.
Lying there just a little child,
That had hay for his first bed.

The word has gone throughout the world,
That the King of Kings has come,
To one day die upon a cross so cruel,
For salvation to be won.

And now we stand on this Christmas morn,
To sing to God above.
For He has come and will return,
And will take us home with love.

By J. Wenman 4/12/1996