I wrote this one at Christmas time a number of years back while meditating on Hebrews 2:9 and Luke 2:28. Simple rhymes, but great truth...
The Child
As Simeon held the Child aloft,
He gazed upon His features soft
And thought and on Why He came.
Those tiny hands the Heavens made,
yet God had let His Glory fade;
now He and man were same.
His hands would comfort children there;
They’d take upon Him all our care;
be pierced to take our blame.
Those brown and lovely little eyes
looking sweetly to the skies
would soon be tearful for our sin.
The Crown of Heav’n once set upon
the hooded little head which on
the old man kissed time and again.
One day soon a crown of thorn
would that tiny head adorn;
He’d bleed for all of men.The little feet, the wriggling toes
would help Him bear up all our woes,
and drag them up Calvary.
The silky skin, that happy face
would soon be torn and in disgrace;
so marred for you and me.
The little bundle full of joy,
such a Wondrous Little Boy;
had come to set us free.
He gazed upon His features soft
And thought and on Why He came.
Those tiny hands the Heavens made,
yet God had let His Glory fade;
now He and man were same.
His hands would comfort children there;
They’d take upon Him all our care;
be pierced to take our blame.
Those brown and lovely little eyes
looking sweetly to the skies
would soon be tearful for our sin.
The Crown of Heav’n once set upon
the hooded little head which on
the old man kissed time and again.
One day soon a crown of thorn
would that tiny head adorn;
He’d bleed for all of men.The little feet, the wriggling toes
would help Him bear up all our woes,
and drag them up Calvary.
The silky skin, that happy face
would soon be torn and in disgrace;
so marred for you and me.
The little bundle full of joy,
such a Wondrous Little Boy;
had come to set us free.
