I wrote a Christmas song a few weeks back. Normally when I write a song it doesn't get much exposer to anyone but Julie, the girls and a few patient ears at church. It remains somewhat of a devotional activity. This one, however, seemed to go over better than others. I wanted to write a song from Joseph's eyes. I don't think I clearly convey that in the song. It needs the second title to give the listener a set of eyes to look through.
In a crude cradle the little baby sleeps
And all around the stable a vigil beasts keep
He opens his eyes. His mother gently weeps.
Ten tiny toes, the feet of the Almighty.
This is the Lord
Lying here in front of me
This baby boy
Whose eyes have seen eternity
This is my God
He knew me from the beginning
This helpless child
Has come to be our saving King
The shepherds bring their praises, they heard the angels sing.
They worship at the feet of this tiny king.
This is the Lord
Lying here in front of me
This baby boy
Whose eyes have seen eternity
This is my God
He knew me from the beginning
This helpless child
Has come to be our saving King
Immanuel, God with us.
Immanuel, God with us.
He is God with us…
This is the Lord.
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