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This Little Child

December 16, 2008

At Christmas I often find myself getting caught up in the ‘magic of the season’, being around family and creating wonderful family traditions.  We always make time to read the Christmas Story and talk about why we celebrate but I still find myself spending far too little time thinking much about the baby whose birth Christmas celebrates.  I mean, who has time to meditate on such things when there are presents to buy and wrap, cookies to make, trees to decorate, parties to plan, wine to drink, stockings to hang, family to entertain… All around me I see the world attempting to blot out the ‘Christ’ in Christmas and maybe it’s affecting me too.

That is why I love this song.  When I hear these lyrics it makes me think of the little newborn baby, the toddler, the child, the man that Jesus was.  He was a real person that lived on this earth and faced the joys and fears that we face every day.  He was real, He was flesh and He lived and died for me and for you.  How can we think of anything else at Christmas and everyday!?

And if you’re never thought about it before than this is as good a time as any.  Take a second to read the lyrics or listen to the song.  If you’re looking for Christmas spirit you will find it.


This Little Child
Written and performed by Scott Wesley Brown
Written during the Vietnam war and since played at Christmas

>> Listen to the song here

Who would have thought that long ago
So very far away
A little child would be born
And in a manager lay?
And who would have thought this little child
was born the King of Kings
The Son of just a carpenter
For whom the angels sing?
And who would have thought that as He grew
and with other children played
This child with whom they laughed and sang
Would die for them some day
And who would have thought this little child
Could make a blind man see
Feed the hungry, make rich the poor
And set the sinner free?
Oh who would have thought this little child
Was who the prophets said?
Would take away the sins of man
And rise up from the dead!

And I believe! And I will always sing,
“This little child is the King!”

Oh, I believe.  And I will always sing
“This little child He is the King of Kings!”

Many years have come and gone
Yet this world remains the same.
Empires have been built and fallen
Only time has made a change.
Nation against Nation.
Brother against brother
Men so filled with hatred
Killing one another

And over half the world is starving
While a banner of decency is torn.
Debating over disarmament
Killing children before they’re born
And fools who march to win the right
To justify their sin.
Oh every nation that has fallen
Has fallen from within!
Yet in the midst of this darkness
There is a hope, a light that burns.
This little child – the King of Kings
Some day will return!

Who would have thought this little child
is who the prophets said
Will return to judge this world
The living and the dead?
Oh, can’t you see that long ago,
So very far away,
This little child, our only hope,
was born a King that day!?


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