DECLARE THE BABE
A KING
Long ago, one
cold winter's night, in a small Judean town;
A Heavenly Host
would gather; to Earth they would come down.
To make known to the
shepherds; in one voice to sing.
"Glory to
God in the Highest...Declare the Babe a King!"
A tiny babe,
wrapped in dirty rags, who left His throne above
And came to earth
in a lowly birth to show the Father's love.
The shepherds
came from their flocks nearby, no gift did they bring;
Just their glorious
"Hallelujahs" to declare the babe a King.
And on that night
in a manger laid; the Gift of Heaven sent
To call a lost
and dying world to atone and to repent.
So the lowest and
the meekest joined the angels to sing
In praise and
adoration and to declare this babe a King.
Though the sky was dark and black, one bright
star filled up the night;
Leading the three
Wisemen by its ever guiding light;
And entering the
stable bare, each with a gift to bring
To lay before the
Christ-child and declare the babe the King.
And mother Mary
holding tight to Heaven's greatest pleasure
Held in her heart
each coo and cry, forevermore she'd treasure;
For she would
raise Heaven's child, though heartbreak it would bring;
And in each
moment shared with Him, she declared this babe the King.
And so it comes
to me and you upon each Christmas season
How truly we will
celebrate this high and holy reason?
Do we come with
adoring hearts, our lives the gift we bring...
And in our living
before our world
DECLARE THIS
BABE.... OUR KING!
W. Patrick Queen
Copyright December
2015
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