We celebrate in little things
That purify the heart;
The joy that in our family 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.
A Mediatrix she becomes—
Stands always by His side—
Has never to our sin succumbed,
For in Him she abides.
Through Cross and grave, through empty tomb,
She follows only Son,
Who lived His life within her womb
And all our sin undone.
In all the ever-after years
Will Christmas always be;
From sin and death and all our fears
We always will be free.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 