We celebrate in little things
That purify the heart:
The joy that in our families brings
Christ’s blessings to impart.
He came to us in littleness,
A Baby in a crib;
Such power in His gentleness,
For God is never glib–
He speaks in Baby’s still, small voice
And smiles in Mary’s face,
Sees her who for us made her choice
To save the human race.
Mediatrix she becomes,
Stands always by His side;
Has never to our sin succumbed,
For in Him she abides.
Through cross and grave and empty tomb
She follows Father’s Son,
Who lived His life first in her womb
And all our sin undone.
In all the every-after years
We’ll Christmas celebrate,
For He casts out all human fears
As each heart pure He makes.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 