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The Holy Child

by on December 25, 2016

Welcome Holy Child

Hope that you don’t
Mind our manger
How I wish we
Would have known
But Long-awaited
Holy Stranger
Make yourself at home
Please make yourself at home

Bring your peace
Into our violence
Bid our hungry
Souls be filled
Word now breaking
Heaven’s silence
Welcome to our world
Welcome to our world

Fragile finger
Sent to heal us
Tender brow
Prepared for thorn
Tiny heart whose
Blood will save us
Unto us is born
Unto us is born

So wrap our injured
Flesh around you
Breathe our air
And walk our sod
Rob our sin and
Make us holy
Perfect Son of God
Perfect Son of God
Welcome to our world

Chris Rice

 

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