When you left Heaven that day,
Your tiny head in a manger to lay,
You knew what was ahead;
Yet came to fulfill what Scripture said.
Your first guest and gifts were chosen,
From the wise to the meek and broken.
Your family poor yet godly,
All this your choice in humanity.
You lived to be loved and despised,
Your words were life, men realized.
You healed and taught and cared,
As none before ever had.
In God’s time you did not refuse,
The cross with agony profuse.
Your death to save lost mankind,
Untold sufferings you did not mind.
In hope you rose from the dead to live,
Through time new life to people give.
How blessed to think of that day,
Your tiny head in a manger lay.