On the first Christmas morning,
the tears of God were shed.
Watching with excitement,
His eyes were misty and red.
He saw a perfect baby--His own perfect Son,
and He knew that this baby would be the only One.
He watched that little baby with perfect baby breath...those little curls of hair...brown eyes closed in rest--
and He knew that through this baby, all nations would be blessed.
God watched the sleeping child and a tear rolled down His cheek--
the Savior of the world was his first born son.
The sins of all the people He would carry on His shoulders,
He would go down to the grave and victory would be won
listen to the angels' song,
they tell of a great debut
today with power and humility,
your King comes to you.
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