Holy Child who chose the hearts of men to be His favored home,
Leaving Heaven's gates for Bethlehem, God came to call His own.
Now to us the highest King is born--behold, the royal Son.
Glory kneels to bind up all that's torn; the promised One has come.
Joy and pain, as man, He knew on earth, no place to lay His head.
As a servant He embraced this world, and on a cross He bled.
Having borne the deepest grief of man, He rose to Heaven's throne.
Now I'm sheltered in the Father's hand until He calls me home.
May the gift of God amaze us still--the triumph of all time.
As His child, I kneel to Heaven's will and make His purpose mine.
Though this road be scarred with trial and pain, it's paved with lavish grace.
Knowing Him will be my greatest gain, His throne my resting place.
--Keith & Kristyn Getty
**By the way, I wanted some clipart for this post and thought the above picture was lovely. But somehow I just don't expect that Mary, the manger, or the stable looked as pristine as they do in paintings. :)