Listen my children and I shall tell,
Of the newborn King of Israel.
Jesus, Son of David is His name!

Down through the years His birth was foretold,
By Holy seers and prophets of old.
Then, in the fullness of time, our Lord came!
Mere mortals could never discern His worth,
God sent Heaven's angels to announce His birth!

To shepherds on a hillside that glorious night!
Off to Bethlehem they went,
To see the King that Heaven sent!
No doubt they were awed by the wonderful sight!

There in the manger the Christ Child lay,
Amidst the sound of animals and the smell of hay,
The King of Glory was born of a lowly birth.
Ah, this time was like no other,
For Mary, the virgin became Christ's mother,
And He became the Saviour of the earth!

Robert F. Dotson © 2006
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