Little Baby

Little baby, who are you,

Born in poverty?

We are looking for a savior

Who, one day, will set us free.

We need someone to show us

That we are not alone.

We need some one to guide us on a

Path that leads us home.

Little baby, little child,

In your mother’s arms asleep.

One with God and one with man

Born among the sheep.

You let us know we all may come    

Into your presence here,

And see in yours the face of God—

You show us God is near.

Little baby, precious one,

Like us, you seem so frail.

Yet, we place our hope in you

To lift us when we fail.

The power of the universe,

You sustain with love,

Touching us with grace and peace that

Lifts our hearts above.

Little baby, in the night

Of your quiet birth,

You show us the face of God—

God in flesh on earth.

Still we do not comprehend

This holy mystery

We come to bow before you now

In quiet reverie.

Little baby, little child,

In your mother’s arms asleep.

One with God and one with man

Born among the sheep.

You let us know we all may come    

Into your presence here,

And see in yours the face of God—

You show us God is near.

 We see in yours the face of God—

You show us God is near.

©Stan Sanford

Christmas 2005