A Childs Christmas Song

Lord, I’m just a little boy,
Born one day like You,
And I’ve got a mother dear
And a birthday, too.
But my birthday comes in spring,
When the days are long,
And the robin in the tree
Wakens me with song.
Since the birds are all away,
Lord, when You are born,
Let Your angles waken me
On Your birthday morn.
Lord, I’m just a little boy,
Hidden in the night;
Let Your angles spy me out
Long before it’s light.
I would be the first to wake,
And the first to rise,
In this quiet house of ours,
Songs of love and praise.
You shall hear me first, dear Lord,
Blow my Christmas horn;
Let Your angles waken me
On Your birthday morn.

– T.A. Daly

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