INFANT HOLY…INFANT LOWLY
By Myra F. Smith
He came to earth on borrowed time
His parents poor; no royal line.
They birth him in a manager bare
Shepherds, wise men, seek him there.
A lad, he hails from Nazareth land
Amazes the elders; his mind so grand.
Wondrous boy, wise in words,
Who is this child?
Their hearts are stirred.
Baptized by John, a wilderness man
The voice of God says, “Behold my son!”
Teaching and healing; the crowds sit still
He preaches the Word; He gives and gives.
He has no agenda, no political spin
Yet Romans and Jews go after him.
Tortured and weak; hanging in shame
Our sins forgiven; the Lamb is slain.
“Forgive them, Father”, he cries from the cross
Beaten, he dies for a world so lost
His spirit rises; his legacy complete!
No man so holy; no man so great.
Infant holy, infant lowly,
Grant us wisdom; grant us grace,
Ever to worship you, our Savior
Sent from heaven, our souls to save.