He was just a little baby boy, but like no other one.
He fussed and cried like babies do, but this was God’s own Son.
People came to see the King and found Him in a place
Unlike all other kingly homes, in any time or space

His Mother held Him gently and nursed Him at her breast
While sheep and cows lay quietly, His bed was not the best.
When shepherds came to see Him, they knew Him right away.
He was the boy whom Angels hailed upon that glorious day.

The boy would grow into a man and worked beside His father,
He knew that He must do The work of God and not another.
When He became a rabbi, His words were straight from heaven.
He spoke with such authority of sins to be forgiven.

He lived among the people and felt each pain they bore.
He ate with them and healed them, His words meant even more.
He spoke of love and peace. He taught things new to them.
How we should forgive others, as He did for all men.

When on the cross at Calvary, my Savior died for me,
But rose from death as promised – from sin He set us free.
So as we come to Christmas with gifts for everyone,
Let’s not forget the Son of God whose work has just begun.

Kathy Boecher©