Humble and Holy
Unseen in a stable, the one who is able
To transform the world now sleeps
While the world hurries on through another new dawn
A silent vigil he keeps
Until the day when he’ll give life away
And he’ll lay down to sleep death’s sleep
Till his next wakening
From that sleep quickening
His eternal glory to reclaim and keep.
Born to this world so he could die
So he could take up His life and arise
With healing in his wings
So all heaven sings
Of this most humble and holy of offerings.
Humble and Holy
Simple and lowly
Born the serpent’s head to crush
Modest and meek
Alone and unique
Indescribable one in you we trust
Born to this world so he could live
As a servant he came- his life to give
Eternal life he brings
So all heaven sings
Of this most humble and holy of offerings.
Anthony Foster
December 16, 2003
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