Little Baby Jesus- Christmas Poem

Little Baby Jesus

Little baby Jesus;
Laying on the hay.
You will do mighty things;
When you grow up some day.

You will preach and teach;
To a vast multitude.
You will cast out demons;
And feed ten thousands food.

You will love the loveless;
And set the captive free.
You will love the children;
That worship at your knee.

You will walk on water;
Turn water into wine.
Heal the lowly leapers;
and heal the deaf and blind.

 Little baby Jesus;
Laying on the hay.
You will do mighty things;
When you grow up some day.

You are a gift from God;
Redeemer of the world.
Little baby Jesus;
You are the Lord of lords.

You will provide the Way;
You will suffer our cross.
You will give salvation;
To a world that is lost.

You are the Son of God;
And sinless you will be.
Oh, holy lamb of God;
One day you'll die for me.

Little baby Jesus;
Laying on the hay.
You will do mighty things;
When you grow up some day.

One day you will arise;
From a lonely dark grave.
And you will comfort all;
Who trust in you to save.

One day you will set down;
On that heavenly shore.
At  the Fathers right side;
To rule for evermore.

Little baby Jesus;
Laying on the hay.
Precious baby Jesus;
We worship you today.

Song Or Poem For Manger Scene (Program)
Susan Y Nikitenko November 26th, 2012

 



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He Is What Matters Most

He Is What Matters Most

Susan Y Nikitenko
November 24th, 2012

The new fallen snow is upon the tree tops;
Stillness is all around.
A wintry brook splashes  along unfrozen;
A  most consoling sound.

The first snow of fall has blessed with it's kiss;
And a crisp fresh morning.
A sparkling blanket of beauty shines brightly;
In God's adorning.

A breathy mist of fog passes through my lips;
As I sing to the Lord.
In thanksgiving, I remember His great love;
Bestowed upon this world.

He forgives us and washes us white as snow;
Another beginning.
Following the steps, He has left for us to tread;
Walking, loving trusting.

Walking along in the snow , I remember;
While holding His truth close.
My redeemer, my Savior, my hope, my life;
He Is what matters most.

 (A Memory Of The Past)

Poetry And Other Materials On This Site Can Be Freely Used For Christian Bible Centered Non-Profit Ministries And must Remain Unchanged In Any Way. All Other Purposes Are With Permission Only. You May Make Requests At "treasurebox18@yahoo.com" All my poems with stories are both real and fictional designed to illustrate a biblical truth. All Rights Reserved. Please Include Site Name And Link Back To This Blog. Thank-You.