For unto us a child is born, For all our souls so weary and worn; The angels declared the birth of this child, Born to Mary holy and mild. Shepherds came, such lowly guests, They wanted to see God's holy Best; The animals hummed a soothing song, So Jesus would not cry for long. A star guided the way of the wise, But Herod told them his crafty lies; the wise men brought the baby gifts, Their generosity gave all a lift. Now, we know in our hearts, This child was born to die from the start; He came to teach the ways of God, But often we don't even nod. He came to die for all man's sin, But do we really let Him in? The Son of God came to make us right, On this holy, special night. Sing His praises one and all, For He saved us after man's fall; For unto us a child is born, And from us His love cannot be torn. Sandra S. Oidtman - 2015