The prophets had foretold it in ancient days gone by –
How God made flesh would come to us and for our sins would die.
A virgin would conceive Him, so God and man He’d be.
In Bethlehem she bore Him in deep humility.
He left His throne in heaven – became a baby small.
Angels would sing His praises above that lowly stall.
The Son of God and David’s seed lay still upon the hay.
This lowly child would reign again on resurrection day.